By Eric Melton
Stranded in this place,
always hoping for someone to find me.
I have sat here playing with my thoughts,
I have twisted myself
I have opened my eyes to darkness
and the vision of it will not pass.
As I blink it away,
hoping to see the light of day
I find it only a fleeting illusion.
This place surrounds me,
and I am comforted by it's pain.
I tell her my troubles,
and night-she-mother hears me.
BloodBlack my dear....
BloodBlack is your curse,
and their is no cure.
.....and I scream.