Dying To Be Free
Somebody please hold me
Struggling to struggle
I wear lonliness
My vicious mind smiles at my sadness
Looking for hope outwith
Knowing that there is none within
My words pain scratched upon this page
I spit your pity in your face
All who look into my abyss are absorbed
Born to be sadness
And dying to be free
I hold my finger proudly
In front of any diety or devil
And all life in between
My voice the unheard scream
My mind insanities dream
My heart a broken drum
My soul a childs fairytale
No happy ever after or before
So ready to stop feeling
The sadness deep inside could smother God and all that he surveys
All darkness swallowed and light would turn in fear
All that i feel trapped within a tear
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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