Disappearing in the Memories of Melancholy

In the memory my soul walks
Every night in solitude
Moments of nostalgia lead me to the dark
It is a desolate river of blood

Thy sky was deep, the forest was cold
Soft as air, my scars are open again
I'm lost in this desolate silence
My laments are drowned by pain

I try feel the smell of dawn
But only I have the dust of this dream when I awake
My veins are bleeding, I'm unconscious
I remember the delusion of my mind
Drowning these false emotions of happiness