Quiet

Wanting to salvage

All that was gone

Moon shone over

Where once he belonged

Damn those memories

Damn damn damn

I can’t get a hold

Of who I am

Traces of time

Flashing in and out

He will smile for now

Tomorrow he may shout

Confusion is apart

Of everyday life

Cutting his throat

Like a blade or a knife

When the walls are closing in

When no one is around

All he hears

Is his heartbeat

Its sound

Looking into the dark

As his eyes close

What will be his journey

Where nobody goes