I wrote this on 5/19/06
slip deep in to the caverns
of hidden torments,
and raven coloured dreams
the dark wont dry your eyes
not here,
every torment is as it seems
the whispers in the backlay
pull away slowly, surely
at the delicate grasp of sanity
as the seams begin to tear,
failing to keep together
the boundaries of reality
self neglect and punishment
seeps poisonously
through every single vein
as the pain wells higher
tightens to the core
decaying hope and 'sweet'dreams
but the fire dies down
at the glimmerring
of what was and meant to be
of the thoughts inside
and the contradictory cries
maybe...just...maybe
