- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Haunted
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Through darkest eyes of midnight glass
Through fog so bright, white is another shade of grey
Wandering, wandering, in the silence of the grave
Thus do I find myself in the haunt of memories past
Despair, pride, honor and treachery
Hate, love, friendship and hostility
Swirling, swirling, the images in my mind
Screaming, crying, from myself I cannot hide
Lost to the embrace of yesterday
Hidden are the paths of tomorrow
Searching, searching, for the key to seal
Numb fingers fumbling, fighting for freedom
Thus do i find myself in the haunt of memories past
The future is frozen, yet do I still hide
Is this death and hell that I have been thrust in to
Or am I in a prison of my own design
Wandering, wandering, seeking not the truth
Blind from ignorance, deaf from invention
From the world, from those close, from myself
Trapped in hell, in cage, in illusion, and in pain
Thus do I find myself in the haunt of memories past.
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