night creeps in
these painful memories slip in
calm yet tension rises through the dark
silent yet weeping through the fog
it's a hateful gratitude
weeping willows crying out in vain
my soul feeling it deep within me
the fog clouding my vision
the darkness hiding her from me
why do i torment myself with broken glass
i will not let loose of the things i hold dear to me
fear consumes me
fog blinds me
darkness covers me
why must i chase things in foggy places
why must i continue a tiresome journey through mazes
why must i chase the ghost in the fog