Stabbing Memories Poem by yabadabadoo

My life is missing music,
No beat, tune or sound.
The vocals have been silenced,
Cut off with a choke.

Caressing Safety seems like a good idea,
If only i could find it i would,
Any available security is in a coma,
Tucked away from the light.

When i close my eyes
Flying pain arrives,
I am unable to wake,
So the dreams attack.

Stabbing memories pry at my closed heart,
Taunting tears fall from the fresh wounds,
I run untill my feble lungs go out,
I look and see i have not moved an inch.

I collapse over and over again.