Pretending to Run

Tiles
 Que ferai-je donc?
 Où aller?
 Où me tourner?
 Vers qui me réfugier?
 Sit - Stare ... I hear voices
 Noises in my head
 Looping endlessly
 Through my wing-clipped history
 There's no place to run
 From uncertainty
 My illusions are mocking me
 Your broken faith
 Has turned my heart to stone
 Endless night
 Cold and dark
 A poison pen
 Poison mind
 Answers crawl from my wound
 Casting shadows in my corner
 Invisible in plain sight
 Pretending to run away
 Heavy the wooden door
 Like nothing I have seen before
 Indecision delivering destiny
 Something that was never meant to be
 Sit - Stare ... pray silent grace
 Fears to erase
 Memories shift like sand
 On winds I never planned to sail
 I return from yesterday
 Where the hours pass like days
 A sentimental dream
 Carries me