Memorized

The sound of echoed memories distilled as if there were no more to be had. Heavy thoughts of the days before echoed the line of thought. Once more and once again I was lost without hope. Madness infused the veins and deceived the depression as if it were a true being of a person. Coming and going it will always remain inside. Days I wish I could distance myself from the habit of mindless thoughts of before. But once again and for today I can't escape the plague of my memories.