Dear silence, old friend of mine <br />ambiguity stricken doubt plaguing any inner sanctum <br />clinging to thoughts unspoken, wrought with insecurity <br />I bring no false duplicity, eternally bullied down by psychotic fits of misery <br />Follow me to the depths, the void, the barren vile world of my demise, <br />where those words which whip and lash reside, <br />where the memories mangled and mowed by blackness thrive, <br />where the subtle creeping shadows slowly enclose around my mind.<br /><br />Albert Witz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/late-night-woes/
