Dusty Memories

Here I am
Walking through the twisty roads of my mind
where there's mirrors portraying images both horrifying
and kind.

I look to my left,
and I see a young version of me, sweet, innocent, free
and to the right a body hanging from a tree
oh so gracefully.

I work my way
through the hallowed halls that inhabit
the jailhouse that has become my brain,
and all I do is crumple.

I suddenly see your image
the one from that night where I lost who I was
and suddenly my heart starts palpitating, and claws
dig deep into my chest.

Thrown backwards
into a mess of cobwebs and snakes that inhabited my life
and suddenly I can't help but to see my afterlife
filled with trees and water.

Its in this moment
where I'm cemented to an invisible floor
as I'm looking anxiously for a door
in order to leave my mind.

But all I can see is you.
All I can feel is you pressing down onto my fragile body
spewing words and fists until I'm bloody
in my mind.

When in a moment,
everything stills to a creepy crawl and you voice halts.
I look up slowly, and I'm in a vault
with a single bridge.

I try to move my feet;
I try to make them stop but the next thing I see
I'm staring over the edge into the sea,
ready? One, two, three

I crumple and fall
hearing the splash, the jolt of cold
as my body slowly unfolds
and finally, silence.