Claws in my mind, grabbing for what humanity I have left.
Teeth gnashing at my only emotions, trying to rip them from my heart.
What can I do, how can I fight this force so prominent in my mind?
Each day goes by as quick as it starts, never stopping even as I beg on my knees.
Why must someone go through this torment, what could I have done to deserve this?
Was it my mistakes or my hatred for them?
But maybe I deserve this pain.
Maybe it’s what keeps me alive forever fighting in my mind.
For now I am a forlorn soul, forced to wonder these broken paths alone.
Fate to cruel to end it all, and to much of a coward to end it myself.
Oh come my old friend and free me, take away this darkness that holds me.
Fight for me, for I am to week now.
My eyes they grow heavy and the last tears run down my face.
My chest to heavy to breath, and my body to tired to move.
What do I have left?
Please my old friend come save me from this hell…
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