Memories.

I glance outside my window,
looking past the hedgerow,
right down memory lane,
watch out - here comes the pain.

Flashes of my memory,
are coming back & haunting me,
pulling at my pale skin,
I think these thoughts of mine will win.

These memories of mine I've thought,
seem so deep and distraught,
They're killing me with unspoken words,
making sure I've heard their catchwords.

These memories of mine in my mind,
of us hand-in-hand entwined,
it scares me for me to think,
that I'm just another fink.