Of Where it Goes

Where do my thoughts drift in the gloom?  
The clock ticks slow, yet faster still
My trembling hands seek out the kill
Does this shroud become my tomb?

Where do my whispers hide from light?  
In shadows deep where secrets swell
A chilling tale no tongue could tell
A dance with fear and where is sight?

Where does my heart find its repose?  
'Midst tangled woods where shadows leer
A distant scream I cannot hear
A veil of night where nothing grows?

Where does my soul wander, untamed?  
The grip of darkness holds me fast
I feel the coldness of the past
What vile dread that can’t be named?