Its Black as dark as its ever been
The tendrils are reaching out and touching
Places I thought cleansed
I fight and I fight but I'm only fighting myself
I'm covered in bruises and scars I've created
I'm sinking, sinking into the mire of cess.
No matter what I do
No matter what I say
The promises I make
The steps I do take
I just keep coming back to here.
I created this place
I founded this cage
I made these prison bars
But why the hell didn't I craft the bloody key.
I did a good job I'm trapped inside.
I keep telling myself to change and be free,
But for every baby step, I keep turning away
Its safer here than being hurt outside.
She holds the key; probably.
But with her i did die.
Not her fault I did it myself.
This is a truth, not denied.
But it hurts to see what society has left to me.
Its lonely down here
I just wanna cry.
somebody find me
and make it worth my time.
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Posted: Aug 2010