A War Raging Within

Have I told you lately of a woman with no soul? Have I made mention of her flaws, her regrets Do you know of the secrets that she keeps? Secrets, which question, her mentality There is a war raging within. Have I told of a woman who hates her soul? Of the one who stands within herself, secretly wishing she would die. Have I told you of a woman who smiles so bright? That her radiance ignites those around, as stars do the black canvas that is stagnant above her withered souls Haunted she has become by her demons that infiltrate, her veins Stabbed her eyes are by the constant transgressions she’s made Her demons cast out spells that somehow captured those relentless to her soul Spells that rendered her worthless Spells, that brought about those who wiped their hands on her pure beauty. There is a war raging within Have you heard of a woman who wishes she were dead No one dared to save her from sinking sands Have you taken a chance to see what lies beneath? Vibrations, shook long ago. With every inch, she holds on. Have you heard of a woman who is without Family, though has family Have I made mentioned of her fears, her sorrows, her heartaches, her beliefs, her disbeliefs. Have I told of a woman who turned her collar to those who dampened her soul Who made many restless nights an embrace to her damage soul? Of the one who does not cease with trepidation Neath the hallos of moonlight she walks alone in her damnation There is a war raging within Have you heard of the elongated beauty that stands out amongst crowds? Have you seen her ebony skin, which forms the cracks in mirrors telling stories of her transgressions? Have I told you of a woman whose basketball bottom is center of those who are relentless to her soul? Reason for her unworthiness, Like cancer her transgressions grow Her sinful heart fractures. There is a war raging within Have I told you of the woman who reiterated repentance for her sins yet feel that servitude to her demonic self is what will bring her death? Have I told you of a woman who doubts her place among those she loves? Doubts her reason for existence Doubts the perplexed concept of weathered changes Have I told you of a woman who holds and holds on though in the end she will never see those that left before her? Who dreads the empty void if she speaks of what she fights with Forlorn, in a world, that is relentless to her soul. Have I made mention of a black beauty, so rare in her own way But deep within feels hideous Did I mention that this woman is a giver? Did I mention this woman is more than basketball bottom, more than that sweet smile? You so hauntingly try to take advantage of There is war raging within Did I mention that this woman IS PERHAPS ME Just so, it could be you