knee deep in the mud where
life never grows we
feel no pain no passion
no sorrow all is calm...

lights flicker skies darken
the sun never shines
no warmth here...
only ice breaking in the wind

solitude of ones mind is the
only grip on reality
and such a small memory
captured in slow motion...

falling deeper into sleep
listning out for a
noise or a hum
something to rest ones
mind but only silence intrudes...

must focus on better times
establish boundries that
sanity will not cross bleed
with me the pain of solitude...

do i smell the sweet fragrance
of perfume or is it imagination
playing tricks on an already
contorted mind...

relax now take a breath of stale
air the mud is thickening as the
movements increase...
too cold to shout... to weak to cry...

feel it taking you under the power
is crushing your bones come on...
don't panic be still... believe in
yourself once more.