Saturday, January 9, 2016

LOOKING TO FIND THE ANSWERS

I CONQUER THE DEMONS THAT FREQUENT THE MIND
YET I’M LOST AND IN SEARCH OF THE LIGHT AS I’M BLIND
RELINQUISH MY POWERS TO THAT I KNOW NOW
THE ECHOES IN MY HEAD ARE CONSTANT AND SO LOUD
SOMETIMES THEY ARE HAPPY, BUT SOMEHOW THEY ARE BRIEF
I SIT IN DISBELIEF AS I’M SINKING IN A POOL OF GRIEF
WHEN WILL THE PAIN END MY DEAR OLD FRIEND?
I SMILE FOR AWHILE,  BUT I CAN NO LONGER PRETEND
I ASK FOR FORGIVENESS, I ASK FOR INNER PEACE
I’M STUCK IN THE ICE AS I MISS EVERY WINTER FEAST
I SEACH FOR THE ANSWERS, I PRAY THEY COME SOON
ALL I SEE IS DARKNESS, MY SOUL IS CONSUMED

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