Vignettes of an era past

Your ghost haunts my every move, where ever I tread I'm forced to relive.
I relive the days we spent trekking the heights, the sweet, sweaty nights.
Every day my heart breaks with each memory that borrows under my flesh.
My head is consumed with unbearable noise. So much so that I cannot focus.
Voices talking over each other. Stuck in an infinite loop, waiting to be qued.
I try to live in the present but these invisible anchors have all but run me aground.
The more I try to pull away the more their hooks dig until flesh tears.
Relieving a massive burden requires sacrafice, after all freedom isn't free.

These two worlds are merging with the waxing and wane of the moon.
My state of unreality worsens, giving these unwelcomed guests more volume.
I need a change. This video needs recorded over. A fresh start free of memories.
I've spent these last few years trying to forget you, but you won't leave.
All I have to do is hit record.