Tick, tick, tick
The time passes by
Minutes are leaving
Never to return
This little clock
Is it mocking
Everything runs away
Never to return
Oh, cruel hands
They do nothing
Nothing but take
In my silence
Shout at me
All the things lost
Never to come again
Tick, tick, tick…
We are born with empty hands
Burdens are not meant to be eternal
Held onto through life
Carrying the pains we pick
Along the way
It was never the plan made
So do not stay bound
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?
Why close my eyes
To face nothing but nightmares
To be haunted
Terror absorbing me
Awakening in shock
Covered in a cold sweat
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
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?
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.
To be insane
A thin line between creative genius
Why do we dare not cross?
Is it not a freedom?
A mind unlocked
I feel so close to either side
It’s like my home
I have thanksgiving there
A place to unfold
Shall I leap into to nothingness
From all the faux
From all the fads
Just unlucky they say
In my mind
It is nothing but dreary grey
A hue of black
All is chaos when color invades
What hope is there?
What a lovely doll
Dressed up in silks and lace
Unwanted dreams haunting continuously
Pretty little liars
Decked out to the tens
Or are those nines
Brittle bones are rattling
Dance to this tune
A lovely place to dream
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
Daily life without the horrible dreams
Shadows of constant fear.
I want to be set free
Clinging to a hope
Feeling this darkness creep
One of those moments
I know what not to choose
To not feel
To go beyond numb
What is this madness that I can not escape
I never knew you could have dreams that were hopeful.
I couldn’t understand that nightmares were not the place to rest.
I had no idea what my life could be if there had been light.
To live that way,
To believe that was all there was,
What a sad existence.
That is what I was,
Every since I can remember,
How can you be alive in this world excepting that truth?
This reality of mine was an horror to behold.
A strange world to develop ones dreams and hopes.
Did I ever really have those…