Skull eroded from the inside
By thoughts thumping round its empty cavernous walls
The noise in my head unbearable, echoing,
The repercussions pounding through my body so frail
With every painful beat of my trodden-on heart,
All my hopes, dreams and wants now soiled on the floor...
Yet still I dig my nails into the once-secure future,
Desperate to keep it, screaming out for it to remain,
Dragging sorry bones through another day of "I believe"s
When truth is...truth is something only you know.
Still you court the ghosts who haunt my existence-
Their false faces grinning and shrieking at my devastation,
And with every new demon you beguile, for sport or desire,
A further piece of my life crumbles and turns to dust.