Visions of my past appear to me in my sleep Thoughts long forgotten, manifest themselves Within the depths of my mind Reason and logic cannot explain The happenings within my head Insomnia is nothing new, a habit long accustomed Hours spent pondering my interpretation Of right and wrong Piercing the silence of words unspoken Desperation makes its plea Staring blankly into a future unknown by all Why I put myself through this endless torment? I'll never know Wounds heal with time, or so we're told So what happens when time stands still?