I'm lost in a host of reflections,
surrounded by shadows of myself.
Those echoes return to concrete visions,
hidden behind walls of fear.
Does tomorrow not know, what was
should be buried with yesterday?
Is it madness that seeks this pain
pulsing it's song of futility?
I seek a lasting respite, hidden deep,
but seemingly out of reach.
Will silence avert my satiability
or will lunacy reign supreme?
Barriers may tumble with discovery.
I must never abandon this quest.
To admit defeat would be as
to believe I have never existed.
