Sand

Sorry,
not
feeling
quite
myself
Haunted
with the flavour
Of melancholy blues
Suicide stripes
with razor
teeth

I’m lost in a personal hell No saving grace Or Escaping the true fate

That I myself
have forged

There are no answers
Or secret keys
My shadow if filled
with heavy echoes

Reverberating MADNESS
that only I

must endure

I have fallen in
With quicksand
Heavy tar pits of
Ancient molasses

That killed beasts
Much stronger
and bigger than me

Where is this voice
this voice of pain
coming from….

Internal
External
what forces are at play

I’ve witnessed soldiers fall
In my dreams
And
at my feet

We once share breath
the essence of life
laughing beneath the moon
drinking forgetting under
the stars

I now realize

That it won’t be long Before I join the

Others
In twisted fate

Kool numb emptiness
Fills my bones

Where will I be when I say my final Goodbye