You got me tied to a chair
In a dark cold room
And you shine in my beaten-up face
A bright light that swallows up
All the truth that I hold,
My hands are clenched
Trying to grasp onto
Whatever conviction
That is left within me
As you try to strike fear into me,
Trying to rattle my soul,
But you can only get to my body.
My heart is a graveyard,
Where you bury your sadness,
Disappointments and victims
That you murdered
With your unforgiving hands,
And they haunt me like
The shadows that grow long
In daylight,
And amongst them,
There is one I am most afraid of,
My own dead spirit
Walking across the dead landscape.
Published Oct. 31, 2011.
