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Remains Of Me

on the other side of midnight
I find myself digging deeper
into my soul than
I ever really wanted to

opening windows that
should have stayed closed
clawing up bits and pieces
of people and places
that should have been left buried

and I begin to lose my sanity
in time as a whole
melding memories with moments
confusing my reality until utterly
and completely misplacing myself

cowering beneath lost days as
the tears begin to pour
falling like truth daggers
slashing through trembling flesh
bleeding both my heart and my soul

when the clock strikes 3 startling me
I find myself silently drowning
in a puddle of dying days
constructed of all the things
I don’t want to be
and all the memories
I don’t want to have anymore

yet I am summoned again and again
by a sick sense looking for anything
that had ever felt real
but I find nothing tangible
there is only fading hope left
here in the dark emptiness
that has become
the remains of me

© LadyRaine