Almost Ready
I feel the tears come as I half close my eyes
A familiar old song plays in the background as my personal
torment grinds down the old bones of wounds not yet healed
I carry the burden of my actions with
few or little outlets
My brain is turned to broil, hotter than
hell and ready to burn
Rest is all I truly crave, I beg anyone of you,
when will it be my turn
Dark forces are at work tonight, the
embers burn down low
Time is my enemy, a constant confrontation, it
moves so bloody slow
As I watch the moon rise over the mountains tonight,
my angry festering thoughts move to you
My confidant, my only true friend, my partner in crime
I am hurting deeply and I can’t get what I need,
to stick to you like glue
My outside shell is strong as ever, determined to stand
strong, resistant to attack, ready to conceal
My inner portion, soft and vulnerable is torn apart,
bleeding and wounded now, ready to reveal
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