Prophet

temptation bought without reason what is the price you'll pay when it's choking out the sunshine a dark cloud on a rainy day it consumes scratching and screaming climbing its way to the top a thick cream that rises clabbering but never stopping fragments of possessions pointed shards of yesterday cutting deep, crimson bleeding all you've hidden away the fear so black and hollow as it suffocates all you know slam that door, lock it tight refuse its ticket to the show take the shroud that wrapped you shed that tiresome weight the angel on your shoulder will always be your saving grace a silver lining does appear like a prophet it will speak take its advice, don't think twice at times when you feel weak