Ebb and Flow

Darkness prevails; I am lost in my mind,

I am a prisoner once more.

The warmth of the sunshine that I've left behind,

Haunts me from the vanishing shores.

Ebbing emotions, pulling me under,

I scream as I drown in my blood:

I'm sinking, silenced, struck dumb by thunder,

And the claret congeals into mud.

I'm shackled, I'm chained, trapped in a nightmare,

Reality flows from my veins:

I'm hunted by spectres whilst ghostly despairs

Confine me in a casket of pain.

Deamons reign here: they reside in my head,

They terrorize my thoughts and my soul;

Their constant whisperings fill me with dread,

My bodily scars tell of stories untold.

My happiness ebbs and my bipolar flows,

I no longer know how to smile;

My 'self' has been murdered in stone cold blood,

In an unmarked grave my goals and dreams die.