The demon seems to be equipped with the ultimate weapon
How would I truly know without the true facts laid blatantly
in front of me
A woman of facts and a continuous analyzing mind
Why was I so willing to accept what seems to be lie
It was too easy to separate, too easy to run away from the
pain
Now I am reaping what I sow, the seeds were frail and dry
Their time of harvest have been long past due
How am I supposed to eat when nothing ever grows
I have created a desert where not even the buzzards roam
How do I find the beauty in this place I call home
I want to fight, to stand up to the monster who haunts me
terribly
But I restrain myself, creating a resistance greater than
anyone could put on me
My past burdens me like a shadow, all day and night
Allowing it to create a weakness in my soul
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