Darkness of the Mourning

Warm wash,
Is it yesterday already?
A flood of water,
Am I crying,
Or being born?
Where's the turn,
the next stop ahead?
The next...
or the next...
I've lost myself again,
In the dark cocoon,
the womb.
Is it rebirth?
Or another hollow tomb...
Have I been buried alive? In flesh or in cold dark ground...
How often have I felt,
those fingers pulling me...
twisting me out of the darkness,
Am I giving birth?
Am I being born,
Am I mourning?
Tomorrow's gotten lost,
In the darkness of the morning.

(c) CS