I am revisiting old haunts

caught back in this heavy web

like a cling film of dissociation

wrapped around my mind

i find myself once more

losing the will to fight

to make it all worth while

external faces just objects

ghosts with distant voices

barely penetrating the gloom

no ties of lurking emotion

the forces dragging me down

they are far too strong

I’m just grinding my teeth

persevering things through glazed over sight

perturbed soundtrack to my soul playing

in the midst of all your time

in this bad place

I’m looking up into an empty sky

heaps of nothingness

just waves of daunting abyss

if the stars are gleaming

i cannot bare to see them

i must be immersed in

the seeping trails they’ve left behind

hunting for the hollow pieces

that do not fit right

vibration of a hundred wings

flapping on the jagged fence

bleak watchful eyes of judgement

mocking stares

not real actions to my brain

twisted movements

barely breaking the chaotic silence

the beginning of another end

just another torn out page

in a world that rarely exists