The Past Is Alive

A dark cloud descends
bringing rains again
casting shadows in grey
with accents of pain

across my eyes I see the silhouettes
of the times that I cannot forget
in motion as if they don't know
they should have died long ago

as they dance and seem to taunt
driving thorns into my heart
deeper than they use to be
the fucking thorns that make me bleed

empowered now my demons stir
and pull me back to the way things were
ripping and tearing and clawing at me
picking and pulling and antagonizing

as if on cue my ghosts shall rise
and bleach the color from my eyes
swirling shades of brown and green
floating lifeless away from me

where I stand in the darkening light
my vision cast in black and white
reruns playing in my head
telling stories that have no end

my vision crisp with no details blurred
my pain recalling every word
drawing me back to that other place
from which I have never escaped

I’ve always wanted to just let this go
to free myself from the things i know
I never meant to stay and dwell
I never meant to create this hell