I keep listening to my tormented thoughts
chasing secrets from the past.
Revisiting the battlefields
my memory is never deleting,
even though every healing scar
reminds me of you,
shaken by the control you had over me,
losing sleep over the fear of being found by you.
And I cry silent tears,
as my sixth sense never sleeps,
always finding you lurking in the shadows,
waiting for you to steal my thoughts.
