The darkness inside

scars of the past - June 26, 2005

Nothing but the silence do I hear.
My own thoughts race inside my head.
I cannot stop the churning, the burning, the tears inside my head.
I HATE the emptiness, the loneliness that engulfs me.
WHY?
WHY?
I can't escape it all.
Spinning again and again through my mind like a nightmare too real for comfort.
If it is the end of this, then why does it feel like a beginning?
The beginning to a new torment, a new suffering your selfishness has wrought; wreaked havoc with my heart and mind.
Each new twist of the knife and I bleed.
Drop by drop my life drains away untill all that is left of me is a shadow, a shell, a specter haunting my life.