Chained to the Memories

this is another poem i penned in the middle of the night when i couldn't sleep. it's about those haunting moments when you're just staring at the ceiling of your room and then the torturous memories begin to sweep in your head and then everything seems beyond your control.

the chains that hold on to me

I kept 'hold on to the memories'

now screaming looking at the sky

beacon tell me will I survive?

the chains of the past

and pain stuck under my skin

the blood moon is on the rise

and something buried will come out at night

in chains of blood

in chains of memories 

i try to survive

but haunting midnight comes after daylight