The Struggle

Strain On my back This burden Will burst my veins The strength to hold on I lack Can't shield the attack I shake Under the weight Keep throwing the bricks Until my soul is sick Create my fate Laugh when I cry And dance when I die Venom filled words Burn through the porcelain Stabbing the sword Deeper in blood red skin The hiss Fills my ears Hit Miss One more sear More burning tears Death will come Victory for the meek Can't help but succumb To the power you seek We stand tall A power so great You've become so small No room for your hate Our scars erased By the one deserving The highest place