Down

I
Go
Again

Breaking
A
Promise
To
Myself

I’d
Never
Visit

No
Gain
Lane

Again

Halfway
Down

Still
The
Same

Twists
Turns

Lines
Re-painted
White

So I know where to go when it's dark....  

Alone

I’ll
Send
Signals

To
Build
To
Provoke

A
Reaction
A
Like
A
Love
A
Hope

Whilst
Slaver
Is
Congregating

In­
My
Throat

Regurgitating

I'm
Spitting
On
Memory Lane