The Dead Inside
I can’t caress these new dimensions
My shifting face is imbued with lost pain
And my hope is too deceiving
The things I love are thrown away by this state
Onwards hereafter
What I feel will still swallow my mind
And the love I will imagine
Will still be broken down here, inside
Everything is in a shadow
And what I give is coated in dire flame
I should look for one more answer
But every reason becomes another dead game
Disguise my shelter
Or run off to devils in prayer
Hide in this nothing
Or become nothing that waits in his lair
I’m sure my path will soon awaken
And it will drag me to the end of what I am
Because even with courage
The dead within me still holds my good hand
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2007
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