Haunted Blues #2

I got fear, panic and dread
Casting a pall, up overhead
And melancholy eyes make things, too dark to see
I have been romping through this swamp
Trying to get away from these longtime haunts
Of the things that were, and things that could be

I thought I escaped the tomb
And all those demons that loom
Just waiting around, to drag me off to hell
I have been playing out these scenes
Of some endless nightmare dreams
Reverberating in the toll of the midnight bell

I got your words trapped in my head
Saying that I’d be better off dead
This murky fog is too thick to get through
Is it just twisted misdirection?
Or some malevolent possession
That keeps me staggering on back to you

I aint got no identity
Loneliness transforms me
While under the glow of a sad old moon
I guess its my destiny
What I create, destroys me
My reckoning with nature leads to my doom

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