Familiar Ghosts
The pain is howling
insistent and keen
Indistinct
Dissipates
Devouring
Breaking
At the seams
Devouring
The pain is howling
Insistent and keen
End to all
Things I believed
Only a trace
Of an echo remains
In the tumult
Indistinct
Disspiates
Devouring
Breaking
At the seems
Devouring
Wit remains blunted
Hunter now hunted
Found and lost
I was found, Now I am lost
No way back through
The Inscrutable black
That scythes the senses to the quick
Painful patterns
Here to remind me
Create and Destroy
The weakness and the shame
Perpetual loss, no gain
Impossible to touch
