the pain that has no name

dark moments are back
I'd really like to know
where all those bizar ghosts come from
taking away my peace and confort

they just spread over me
I can be sleeping, or crying, or writting
when suddenly all my wishes are gone
and the temptaion of stay layed strangles my body and soul

it's when you are sitting on a swing
with the purple wine dropping on your white clothes
looking to the lilac muffler, staring the stars
unuseful try of getting out of my deep darkness

monsters are always by my side
they have pig shapes and horses faces
filling me up of these weirdest fears
leaving only the desire about desappearing from me.