Tired Wanderer

A dark pit lingers inside my chest

It causes my eyes to sting with pain

Withered I am

How I wish I knew what I know what this pain was

The momentary self-disappointment

The momentary silence

The momentary suffocation

An indecent assault on the heart

An unforgiving blackness in the eye

An unmerciful bleakness on the senses

I’m lost in my dark cloud

In the volcanic ash which poured its clouds of death into my veins

It’s like I’m chasing an unknown heaven

An unknown sight

An unknown destination

Why does my head play tricks on me?

Like the Joker’s psychopathic thoughts

An expectation you cannot grasp

A vision too hard to realize

Tangled in my own web of havoc

I only see the disaster in the neatness

The terror in a haven

Not anymore can I live and breathe to be myself

Not anymore can I be with my senses

It‘s masked by my own pity

Tired wanderer I am