Villainous Villanelle - 08

Softly over walls I'm inking
Through a double door I'm pacing,
Past the halls where thoughts are thinking,


 Were it true that I were seeking,
Though the scene of time is aching,
I am slinking, ever sneaking


 Into the past where heights are sinking,
My heart it seems, is only ranting,
Though it seem that I were shrinking,


 Far into a past that's bleaking,
As the blood becomes the red that's lacing,
No more time for future wreaking,

 Come back now to render leaking,
If so, not me, but mine I'm facing,
Still shots of memory's bleeding,

 and now its time to end the freaking,
A Villanelle of mind I'm pacing,
Though the lines of words I'm ekeing,
another phase of script I'm breaking.