Who is this that sits here,
Invisible to me,
This stranger that grasp the pen in my hand,
Spilling words upon this scrap of paper,
Picked from the dirty floor,
As I ward of the cold,
Creeping throught these cinder walls,
Unthawing my hidden heart,
Where have you been?
Locked and caged for eternity,
A thousand years you have hidden in Bardo,
Tell me your name,
Why do you haunt me?
I am not you,
You are not me,
These words are not mine,
You have tried to write the darkness from my heart,
Who released you?
I need to know,
Where were you,
My past craved for you,
Yearned for you,
Cried for you,
Begged for you,
Why did you hide in shame?
In the asylum of my soul,
Spilling your ink into my veins,
Retreating in horror,
Hiding for years from my misery,
Why did you push me to the brink of insanity?
Before you unleashed your fake shackles,
Walking into this world a stranger to me,
Stealing my identity,
Why did you let me destroy,
All that I touched,
Wreaking havoc upon my psyche,
I cry into the howling winds,
I scream into the raging ocean,
Chilled to the bone,
Take me away,
Grant me peace from this intruder,
I look into the mirror of my soul,
Shattering the glass,
A thousand shards fall to the Earth,
As I see myself for the very first time,
Whose blood is this?
just searching,always searching…simple man …simple words …simple thoughts…