Words from the past

I was listening to some very old songs of mine tonight and came across this verse and chorus. I can remember the youthful fear and anger that led me to write these words and I can remember standing on stage and singing them. But they are so far removed from what I feel now that it seems as if they were written by another person. I guess they were. The person I used to be.

The suicides and lovers

flood the cafes and the bars

The nightmare is revealed

in the lights of twisted cars

The dark displays its anger

but the morning wears the scars

Is this my imagination

or the last

slow motion picture

Am I awake or dreaming

Is this the way the world will end

fast asleep but screaming