Some say dying is running away
Getting away 
In my case death is not an answer
But nor is living in my opinion

I feel tortured in my head
Cant even sleeping my bed

I escape in the darkness
To places of death and fear
It's rare for it's a place dear
If it is then something is near

A shadow creeps in every corner
And each day I grow ever so fonder
Of the spirits that pass me way
And give me something to say

That the truth is it's all my fault

Written  9 October 2019 at 20:06