Destination
Demonic visions
I feel them pulling
Tearing and ripping
Darkness closes in
I’m slowly slipping
I don’t like this
Waits within?
Shredding skin
Chances are slim
My weight begins to shift
Slowly I begin to lift
Into A great light
An end to the tunnel
Day break
A guiding funnel
Sight surprise
Standing before my eyes
A shimmering golden gate
A door to blue skies
A holy lock tight in place
No disappointment in grace
The life you radiate
Causes me to shake
My knees buckle
Muscles give in
How wrong am I
Bow down Forgiven
Good rid dens
Copyright © Cameron Guernsey | Year Posted 2006
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