Stained Past

What happens when the past keeps you from moving on?...

Past and future strains my mind
Running blinded through the mist
No one knows what lies ahead
And only yearns to forget what is left behind.

And still I see the dark mask in the distance
Always present and staring back
When it comes to me in the night
It resurrects old pain of excruciating guilt.

And I keep running in despair
With wounds wide open
Which penetrate my mortal flesh
Blood leaves a permanent trail in my head.

At night I scream out at myself
Alone and helpless for what I’ve done
It is not easy to forget
Those memories that I regret.