I sit, praying God will save me from myself.
My actions, my relationships, my career and my health
Are weighed down by this hatred with either too much origin or origin unknown.
I can feel it in the air, oozing through my smile, seeping through my bones.
I want everyone, and I mean everyone to pay for what I feel.
I want them to know, to understand, I want them all to hear
My muffled cries of rage and murderous thoughts and inclinations.
The beast that I hold down inside, praying for salvation
From myself. And my urges. And the nightmares that make me smile.
From the demon that sat upon my heart and intends to stay a while.
I sit in the dark, praying to understand the part that I can play
To push it all out of my heart and rise anew in the light of day.
Lord help me. Calm this beast. How much longer I can control it, I don't know.
Save me from my thoughts, my mind, myself. Save me from my soul.
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