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Pins and Needles
Living within shadows -
darker than a clouded night.
I'd lay down with my demons-
so that we didn't have to fight.
Engulfed me and my spirit-
as if it were just up for grabs.
The evil it consumeded me.-
It took everything I had.
I sought out ways to cure my pain-
and the devil saw his chance.
He shackled me to death itself-
and he pressed us both to dance.
He whispered in my my ear-
with words that justified this place.
And well before I knew it -
there was a sensless feel of "safe".
It made sense when it it shouldn't have.-
It warped my mind and soul.
But now if I'm without it-
I feel as though I am not whole.
What wicked form of evil-
blinds the mind and numbs the heart?
Why does it claim our souls-
under our nose right from the start?
It sucks your sense of logic-
before you touch it only once.
I wish I could explain it-
but just words they won't do much.
What really terrifies me-
is only victims understand.
The science study's great-
but it is just a grain of sand.
It does not make much sense-
because there's ultimatly none.
There's no way to describe it,-
misunderstood by everyone.
It isolates in secret;-
makes you suffer all alone.
It's why we hide in shadows-
to hide our shame from everyone.
I guess the scary part-
is knowing here within the dark..
that those who've not experienced-
cannot understand these wars.
Unless, of course, they take a step-
and take a brief dive in.
They'd finally know the secrets-
of what evil lays within.
Copyright ©
Chelsea StufLeben
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