a hiding place

the dark side

is the only place

where i feel sane

i can't see the monsters

that live in my mind

weaving shadows

it's quiet here,

my thoughts have

dissolved into puddles

i rule on a throne

made of skeletons

brandishing

a sceptor

of memories

that i can't

seem to throw away

i miss

the light sometimes

but then i remember

why i ran away

and a bittersweet

smile creeps

onto my

tear-streaked

face