Mania Poem by Mark Gould

Secret's bleed the lies concede,
Heavy, burdened, broken dreams.
Shattered echos,
Past deceit;
Blaming me
only me.
Sacred silence,
Safe retreat.
Into darkness, mindless sleep;
The chain less dungeon,
The river keep.

A foggy creek of eerie stone,
of tar and soot,
Of broken bones,
Shut out to all,
I call it home.
The shackled past,
The deathless trash,
Boundless lies,
Of morbid mind.
Bonds of burden, binding guides.
Demon, angel, god or eye,
Or life itself of ceaseless sky,
Of blinded light from sunset find,
Cure the plague
Within my mind.