EVERY PHOBIA IS REAL

Memories lay dead,
in the gallows of time.
They have gone far away
leaving the truth behind.
What i have been looking for,
and what i had kept in my mind.
As the demons of my past,
rise from the dead
and my fears come back alive.
As they had been nesting
on the rusting walls of time,
in a swarming hive.
And it swallows me
into the nightmare
of which i was afraid.
The ugliest dreams come real
of which i was scared.
The past went by like a dream.
And i am now stalked by loneliness.
Lost my soul in this endless dark.
Where every phobia is real. I am struggling to get back
but i am loosing my zeal