A restless soul that cannot find
a way to mend a shattered mind
Ceaselessly searching and seeking me
I know this night they are out to get me
To sentence me for all I have done
condeming me for having too much fun
But fun is not near what it was
barely ‘scaping from clenching jaws
Anger sprouts from seeds I have sown
a bitter harvest, cleaving meat from bone
downwards once again I climb
through the darkness of my mind
Why does this cycle so ‘oft repeat
Can I not get just one short reprieve
Shelter I need from this grim bitter storm
Somewhere to rest, safe, dry, and warm
To sleep out the storm in a dark cave
and evade the embrace of my own grave
Then wake again, once more to flee
From the endless circle I can never be free