Darkness envelops the mindfield
it's shadow a torturous hand
Gripping in vice-like heartache,
the world just can't understand....
It's me running against time
for it's become my enemy
And I cannot begin to explain just
what is happening to me....
Shadows come out of the woodwork
images forcing their way
Into the mind of emotions
from which there is no escape....
I twist and I turn in the darkness
and swipe at the image I see
Shadows that snicker and torment
silently laughing at me....
Hellbent on some form of crazy
somehow I no longer care
Just get me out of this minefield
and free me from this despair....
Nothing is past my redemption
except the loss of my soul
So I find a new freedom that calls me
within this blade that I hold....
© Christina
14th July, 2005
|
|
|
|
|
bravenet.com
