Stained Past

Past and future strains my mind
Running blinded through the mist
No one knows what lies ahead
And only yearns to forget what is left behind.

And still I see the dark mask in the distance
Always present and staring back
When it comes to me in the night
It resurrects old pain of excruciating guilt.

And I keep running in despair
With wounds wide open
Which penetrate my mortal flesh
Blood leaves a permanent trail in my head.

At night I scream out at myself
Alone and helpless for what I’ve done
It is not easy to forget
Those memories that I regret.