Haunted

No more white, my cobwebs are not. 

The aroma splashing out of these clothes,

Splashes of both new and ancient.

Oceans of ecstasy and sorrow, now duel

Conflicts inflicted by a juice of memories,

One that tastes so sour.

Haunted my consciousness shall be,

For how long, I dare not imagine.

This time capsule found in my being, 

Oh the memories found therein, you dare not imagine. 

Memories that will tickle your very essence,

These same memories will suck the joy out of you. 

Fatal dreams of a young lover.