They Follow
there's no escaping
the ghost of you
the memories
that are like my shadows
stalking...
haunting...
...my every step
i try to run but they follow
and even when i stop, and hide
i am caught in a swallow
seems like only in darkness
that my soul would rest
that i could see
the stars and the sun shining
a promise of life in the darkness of
death
but i guess i should smile
herculean it may seem
amidst this flood of pain
that rivals even that of noah
that though i am lost in this ocean
of despair
it is you who have lost..
...me
steines of the soul unlimited®