The Porcupine Dilemma

We are all our memories
That float around like ghosts
Our mistakes carved ever so deep
Haunting reminders of human frailty
Failures beyond grasp
Our innuendos of fear
Merge with escapist fantasies
Of milder, grief struck still-lifes
Etched firmly within ourselves
Turning nightmares into daybreak
Dreaming the shine of reality
Tiny shards of light
Chorus:
Once the storm has set
Only bent eyes remain
This inner evil laughs
Charred knees laid to rest
Winds caress iced faces
Frowned with harvest of ages
Wearing the streets ‘breath
The mischievous night, its bottomless flair