Drums

The drums are pounding again Every pound Every sin Every nightmare once again will begin Flashes in my mind Every thought Once left behind Resurfacing in a manner not so kind What do they want? Do they exist Just to taunt? Or do they return to show a past where I can't? Can you hear it? Can you hear the drums? What is the point? To remind me of times all that dissappoint. I'm a better man now. Why will they not leave with a bow? Why torment me with memories from long ago? Either way it's relentless. Every pound hits harder with a pain so selfless. In the form of a memory that stands fateless. Why won't the drums stop?