In darkness I stand ..
Fighting for a piece of freedom.
But who will hold my hand ..
If I should stumble and fall?
Will my fate be this bitter entanglement of uneasiness?
There is no flow ..
Everything leaves me confused.
Empty of hope ..
Passion has vanished and I'm terrified by what that means or doesn't mean.
I can no longer manage these thoughts that seem to cloud my very existence.
I blame myself for my lack of self control.
How long shall I be punished by my wickedness?
Forgiveness, where are you?
Loneliness, your jagged edges have punctured what's left of this tender heart. Will anyone take notice while I'm left here to bleed?