Ladders and Snakes
What devils inside me insisted
The weak shall be lead by the strong
A labour of love, torn and twisted
Oh! How can a life go so wrong
As I lie here, consumed by the silence
And the sound of your breath on the wind
While the rain pours, with sickening violence
Each teardrop as proof that I've sinned
A potion to end all the heartache
Lies cooking right there on a spoon
Drawn deep in the heart of a needle
Then flows like the blood of the moon
A love lies below, in the distance
The cruel light of dawn then awakes
Where emptiness holds no resistance
In a world filled with ladders and snakes
Sweet Jesus! I'm down on my knees
With barely the clothes on my back
Blinded by loss and disease
Blaming you Lord, for all that I lack
The screams of the angels they smother
The torment felt deep in my soul
This body lies crippled and broken
Subdued by the weight of its toll
Oh God if you hear me at all
Please forgive and forget my mistakes
Each step I take clouded by lies
In a world filled with ladders and snakes
How long, on the edge, can I live
An end is in sight, if I hurry
No sins nor no time to forgive
No hardship, no strife, nor no worry
Oh! Why is a picture so perfect
Only ever for others to make
While I live in the shadow of darkness
In a world filled with ladders and snakes
An ode to addiction...
Copyright © Peter Walsh | Year Posted 2014
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