Isolation

Not here, not now.
Some distant plane I knew.
I lived another life.
Too much to speak. To hard to even try.

Dark thoughts of rapid, angry days
Dark deeds away from any future light.
This place remains a mark upon my soul
Nightmare in technicolour -
A whitewashed, twisted dream.

I reached it through the pain of stranger's rest.
Touched it when God abandoned me.
My terror was my companion at arms,
My hope a distant shadow in the corner of my eye.

Even now, years on...I look back upon that time.
And feel the bitter taste as though I'd never left.
It stole a precious part of me, I know.
But that part is rotten and useless to me now.