closing eyes
curtain my sight
even with them closed I look around
streaks and splotches
like constellations
like spider webs
bleached stains where the lights had shown

no matter where i look in the darkness
I still see

past my eyelids, in my mind
there are other stains
wherever I look I see it
the visions burned my memory
pain shoots through my conscience
the images will never escape me
regret stains
yearning for the boring blankness
2001