Those dark places exist
Because your dreams die away like flames in melted candles
When at 4 am the darkness is running down your walls like rain
And there is a flash of light,
But the room is empty.
Was that someone standing at the end of the hall?
Look again and know no one is there.
The fear of knowing no one is there,
Like an empty room from where music is playing
Or an all-night radio station, where no one is playing music, but the music keeps playing.
Loneliness creeps into your life,
Enemies appear and everyone is against you
And you remember the girl
Who leaped from a bridge to the freeway below.
In that moment of silence before she died
Did she feel free?
Or does terror blind you?
It hurts so much, and it never ends.