They Use Us
I heard my own voice crawling on the walls
Scratching the mirrors of my soul
When you’re helpless
When help itself cannot help you
I saw my anger dressed in black
I asked it to stay calm and turn away
When help itself couldn’t help me
I looked into the windows of my soul
There I lay with nothing but a voice
A voice that could set me free
Free from the suffering
Emotional pain that crucifies the heart
When you have to sacrifice your heart
For a coin, or the chance to live
I lay down thinking about my sorrows
I lay down thinking about evolution
I lay down thinking about religion
I lay down thinking about destiny
I lay down thinking about life
I lay down thinking about nothing
Because even these thoughts can’t help me
Copyright © Nothando Ngoman | Year Posted 2016
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