haunted

After all these voices had haunted my weak mind,
I had to find the way back to what was left behind,
And through the alleys of time I had to move so fast,
To find a way to dig within the grave yard of my past;
To start my trip along with the ghosts of my own acts,
And may be see the blinds I pulled upon some obvious facts.

Followed by the moon-the heart of the night,
That stretched its arms around the calmest bluish sight,
I heard it play a song-a perfect melody,
That made the saddest stones sing along in harmony.
It washed the whole existence with its lonely tears,
The only sight I can recall to fill my heart with fears.

And as if these voices captured all the lives that I bear,
To breathe into all the dead that waited in despair,
And shake the lands of nightmares where spirits used sleep,
As the beats inside each heart of those would just begin creep.
Stretching anger towards my soul,to reveal its shameful stain,
They grabbed my heart with all its fears mixed with the pain.

Lowered their heads and laid their arms as I began to scream,
Then touched by a ray of light to wake me from this dream,
I opened my eyes to see the bars I lock myself behind,
And see the truth that I had killed and buried within my mind.
And again I cried,and still i cry
For everyday I see me die.