My Oubliette

Simmering unquiet mind. The dark hole it has to find. Fear of being me, at war with the ‘other’ constantly! The blood bleeds just the same. The pain always seems to remain. For what can’t it let free? What the hell is wrong with me? Noises in the night. Hair stands in some kind of fright! Dreams I do not know. In places I have called home. With faces I seem to feel. Their secrets buried inside of me. Perhaps there’s a darkness attached to my soul. Some evil it once let grow? Some pain that death did not set free. Some history alive inside of me?