The Dark Trenches
If there was hell to pay,
I'm sure I would of payed the cost.
But it seems like some days
no matter how much I try,
I'm still lost.
Fighting in circles,
staring at the same obscenities.
Fierce, grueling tags pinch
me with their eccentricities.
Dark shadows trying to sneak their way in.
I run away and focus away from this sin.
Corse tear drops fall as I feel like I lost it all.
Whose to beg if there is nothing to differ?
I must not give up hope and let this siffer.
Between the lines,
between the blades,
between the worlds,
I will search.
Fleeing from the darkness,
leaving my perch.
Longing for a place I can call home.
I will whisper to God
along these lonley streets I roam.
Through tunnels and pathways,
all winding and dark.
I will burn through these times,
that encase my heart.
Blanketed with refreshing water,
I make myself whole again.
From the bottom of the tireless depths,
to every moment I take breaths,
I will fight.
Caught in the fierce wind beyond delight.
Vision focused,
intentions on sight.
Things are going to start to change.
I had to encorporate the knowledge
to rearrange.
Things may seem broken,
but along the silent streams they flow.
It is all in what you give,
how you live.
I'm going to ignite my soul,
pay the toll.
Bring myself home.
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