Haunted

As another night goes by,
sleepless
meaningless
and cold...
Thoughts,
they cease not
to exist.

Blurred visions.
Vague memories.
Uncertain cravings
for a feeling un-understandable.

Smiles.
Tears.
Memories
that melt into dreams.

As darkness paves way
to light
and as the creepy silences
burst with echoed songs...
The soul searching
continues...
Smiles. Laughters.
(sarcastic?)
I wonder.

The emptiness.
The hole
instead of the heart.
The fear of
and the wish for,
an unimaginable solitude.

The cry
of a soul that is lost.
Amidst smoke
and psychedelia.
Amidst raw desire.
The laughters
the sobs.
The hopeless cries
for hope.

The empty corridors
that echoes
a haunted existence.
Haunted?
The insomnia.
Haunted.
Hunger pangs.
Tears for a lost lover.
Hopes for a future.
Haunted.

Death?
Life?

An existence
where neither matters.