Dark Horizons

Bring me back to that room
That cage, where I once lay.
A darkened corner
Filling my mind with hurt

Anxiety, passion,
It all feels so similar
As thoughts of a dark horizon keep me alert

Nothing but a bitter memory
Now fragile and stained
Never forgotten
Brought back once again

You wake this affliction
Re-open the wound
Bringing back this emotion, of torment and pain

And as the blood gushes out
Smothering my thoughts with its crimson red
Turning my sanity into thoughts of dread
I turn away from you.

Bring me back to that room
that cage, where I once lay.
It all feels so similar
I feel it everyday

Mark Poole
14/7/06 ©