Friday, May 28, 2010
There`s a void in me no more explainable
And my head stings of words, regrettable.
Guilt has discovered where I hide.
Consumes as smooth as it confides.
The hole has edges raw and exposed.
The cold washes over eyes stitched closed.
Darkness, stealthy stalks me dead
And reaches through creeping corners of my head.
A nightmare in widescreen loops inside
On this ever turning track it rides.
Night bares down it`s primitive teeth,
Indifferent to my malicious need.
I pace between revenge and surrender;
A battle in me that can only hinder
What truth I struggle to conceal
My prospects wither and congeal.