the torment, the pain, the unecsapable web of dissapointment,
the ghosts of unforgotten past, clawing at my flesh,
leaving its mark and drawing blood like a thirsty vampire,
the inner faces of silient agony, climbing to the surface,
fighting my own demons, wanting to rid, but ceasing to feel,
the unrepenting guilt swallowing me up and chaining me down,
the cold stench of death of suffering burning my skin,
holding on to the pain to remind me that im still here,
still breathing the air that once before cleansed my soul,
the thick smog of tretchery waiting at every crossroads,
waiting to pounce like a panther in the dead of night,
how long til i greet your presence and share our dreams,
how long til we stare fear in the face and laugh at failiure,
how long til we look upon our loved ones, together once more!
