drawing blank stares
from the faceless and nameless
guilt becomes obsolete
the crime a memory
borrowed feelings spoke of heartache
detailed reminders made a map from scars
the little child inside is broken and alone
grown up to be a stranger
searching for a reason
just as likely to find his own grave

in each new season of the sun
all the sins remembered save one
in all the days filed and numbered
I walk through life as if slumbered

the mirror stares out at me
a person I can not place or see
the voice calls out in anger
a shout echoes from the walls to the stranger

the train depot was empty
as I stood outside the station
my ticket in my hand
I know this is a dream
I focus on the clock not running
time frozen
like the fingers around my neck
keep smiling
hope the nightmare ends
laugh like I get the joke
I pretend to awake
cross the tracks
it's a new day in the sun
the train leaves without me
the sleep so deep
I can not wake
when I really wake
I can not move
frozen like the clock

it's bittersweet
the life lived in defeat
there is no cause for alarm
the danger has passed
there is no harm

the acts of passion
I can not feel
life is lived
but it is not real
the ghosts continue haunting
phantoms from the past
so daunting

I am walking down a road
not knowing
the difference
between waking and dreaming
I am singing a song
not caring
if the tune is in key
or not
I am wrestling with demons
not believing
it mattered
to win or lose