He walks without looking back.
Behind him \u2013 a devilish procession
In the oppressive glimmer of memories
That rattle chains on the wrists of memory.
Regret holds a lantern
With the yellow fire of doubt,
It snatches at the path with spasms
That bend the spine of time.
Fear marches behind him \u2013
Thin as a razor\u2019s edge.
It whispers in his ear:
\u201cYou won\u2019t manage to escape again.\u201d
Anxieties lead a dance
On the nerve endings of the days.
Each one like a fly in a glass of blood.
Nightmares carry banners \u2013
On them are faces that never were,
Hands reaching out from the void,
And a rage that does not explode \u2013 but rots.
Last of all comes Neurosis \u2013
Crowned on a throne of mirrors,
That reflect you.
And each one is cracked.
This procession \u2013 is my nobility.
My court in the darkness.
My voices that fall silent
In the loudest scream.
But even they \u2013
Demons with a velvet gait \u2013
Step back a pace
When your word
Becomes the sole judge
Over my madness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
He walks without looking back.Behind him \u2013 a devilish processionIn the oppressive glimmer of memoriesThat rattle chains on the wrists of memory. Regret holds a lanternWith the yellow fire of doubt,It snatches at the path with spasmsThat bend the spine of time. Fear marches behind him \u2013Thin as a razor\u2019s edge.It whispers in his ear:\u201cYou […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[120,116],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4667","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-memory","tag-shadow"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n