Despair

Memories, day nightmares,
re-playing to unlock
dark caverns in my cortex
where echoes howl and mock.

Infinity of worm holes,
a maze where I return,
a hiding place to cower,
enduring hellish burn.

Tunnels deep and lonely,
where spectres roam at will,
all feeding on my weakness
and savouring the kill.

Escape from life and living
to know this inner world,
means death to sanity and hope,
leaves souls all foetus-curled.