a cruel pain you can't locate
a fear you don't know the cause of
a mind you don't recognise
a problem you don't wish to
discuss with others
also known as
depression

She likes to walk naked
along the midnight river
for there is a nightmare
denying her sleep

She´s trying to drown it
in depths of the water
but all the drowned fears
keep living indeed

Like moon to the sky
she keeps coming back
a figure of an angel
a statue made of steel

She parleys with her demons
to call off their threats
In clothes she was born with
her soul comes out to heal

Your face has become a memory
unpleasant  and  feared
One horror of a face
The same one
I used to
chase

I happen to have wounds
someone else made
or I did
but it is you
and your words
that crack them open

To many a sound
of nothing at all
blasting just loud enough
to drive people crazy

To me it´s serenity
in purest of forms
despite its old age
fails not to amaze me