Ticking Hands, Taking Hands


Tick, tick, tick
The time passes by
Minutes are leaving
Never to return
This little clock
So haunting
Is it mocking
Cursing me
Everything runs away
Never to return
Lost
Alone
Wanting something
Something more
Oh, cruel hands
They do nothing
Nothing but take
In my silence
You shout
Shout at me
Reminding me
Remember
All the things lost
Gone
Never to come again
Tick, tick, tick…

Her Shade


She was haunted. Haunted by a ghost of the past that seemed more a ghoul.
It shattered her belief in safety, reliance on any other being.
The daft spirit gave her no rest, especially in the dead night.
Her dreams became nightmares and only she could hear the screams.
Poltergeist by a force unseen by all with one exception, her.
It fed off of the fears that poured out from within her.
Will she die alone and lonely with only this shade to morn you?

Chained by the Past


Why dream
Why close my eyes
To face nothing but nightmares
To be haunted
Terror absorbing me
Shear terror
Awakening in shock
Covered in a cold sweat
Shaking body
No comfort for me
Surrounded by darkness
Alone with my despair
I cannot remain in this place
Yet I can not seem to move
Frozen with fear
How do I escape this pain
How do I get out of the past
It seems it will never leave me
It will never release me

With a How


What is called when you want to live, but yearn to die?
What are the words to use when none can describe?
Why does the keep hurting even after the time has gone?
Why must I live those days on a constant repeat?
When these wounds heal, or close, or vanish from sight?
When will my memory recall the joyful times alone?
Where is the place to rest away from haunting dreams?
Where the darkness rest I seem to always be…
How do we fight a seemingly hopeless battle?
How am I to live when I really want to fade away?

Forced to Remember


What is this feeling, more than fear?
Encompassing my mind, body and soul.
Enveloped in a darkness, a shattering sense.
Holding myself tightly, keep me together.
I will fall apart, disappear, fade away.
It keeps getting darker.
I can not seem to breathe.
Life is not so simple, to just be okay.
Will it stop, will it end?
The circle, a cycle that continues to spin.
Am I dying here, within my skin?
Just a broken memory.
These demons will not run away so easily.
How shall I live when the pain is invisible to eyes?
Can you heal a wound that is deep inside?
In places no one can see, hidden from even me.
Maybe just a bit longer.
Just moment more.
If I awake today, perhaps I shall try once more.

Going Mad


To be insane
A thin line between creative genius
Why do we dare not cross?
Is it not a freedom?
A mind unlocked
Or broken?
I feel so close to either side
It’s like my home
I have thanksgiving there
Every year
A place to unfold
And unwind
Shall I leap into to nothingness
Escape
From all the faux
From all the fads
Just unlucky they say
In my mind
Some days
It is nothing but dreary grey
A hue of black
All is chaos when color invades
What hope is there?
Recreated tragedies
What a lovely doll
Dressed up in silks and lace
Broken and
Shattered
Bruised and
Battered
Unwanted dreams haunting continuously
Pretty little liars
Decked out to the tens
Or are those nines
Brittle bones are rattling
Dance to this tune
Insanity
A lovely place to dream

A sight unclouded


If only I could start all over

Look at everything with clear eyes

With a vision renewed

As if none of this had ever happened

That I didn’t have to see it over

I wonder how it feels

To be free of darkness

Never experiencing the images I see everyday

I just want to know

Experience

Daily life without the horrible dreams

Dark thoughts

Shadows of constant fear.

I want to be set free

Completely