Chocolate covered walls stare
as the clock hums it's daily melody;
filling the voiceless atmosphere with
soft whimpers and my own rhapsody.
Hours whisper secrets and poems,
as dreams slip through my fingers,
hiding hopes and doubts in my pockets,
full of scars that do seem to linger.
Time flows as I am stuck in this black
and white photo fading slowly on the shelf,
my only one witness and alibi of the past,
when I hadn't yet devoured myself.
Destroyed identity now crumbling
to misery coated charcoal black.
The past suspended dangling,
ready for another bloody attack.