Visions of my past appear to me in my sleep
Thoughts long forgotten, manifest themselves
Within the depths of my mind


Reason and logic cannot explain
The happenings within my head


Insomnia is nothing new, a habit long accustomed
Hours spent pondering my interpretation

Of right and wrong

Piercing the silence of words unspoken

Desperation makes its plea

Staring blankly into a future unknown by all

Why I put myself through this endless torment?
I'll never know


Wounds heal with time, or so we're told
So what happens when time stands still?