in the dark

i stand under that lamp in that long dark street

 

ghosts of smoke sorrounding me

 

my hair is chaining me

 

chaining me to an infected wall

 

why the begining and why the end?

 

my tongue is pulling back

 

my body is screaming with silence

 

am in pain,where is the escape?

 

am the victim of guilt

 

ink going through my vains

 

feeding from the grey

 

breathing emptyness

 

dreaming of a hope

 

a hope of happy memories

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

all comments are welcome,i know my grammar is not perfect