Some Nights
A spider swings by single thread
Back and forth within my head
To the threads the questions stick
Answers there, which one to pick
Ghostly fingers come and play
At my thoughts they pluck away
The Ravens eye it blinks of blood
I see no light from where I'm stood
Within the web sit truth and lies
Complexed mesh of lows and highs
Shadows dark and take control
Black my heart and tar my soul
This night a dark and arid place
Where iced tears run an ever pace
Where sins prick and haunt me so
Where the bile boils to overflow
Once the warrior am now in pieces
Guilt and shame and war still polices
Am the jigsaw with a part missing
Endless hours of purgatory kissing
Medals, honours fill the drawer
The Ravens eye asks what for.
Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2010
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