Category: Writers Block
Open up the wounds, let the heartache flow once more,watch me turn to my addictions, and let temptation be my guide. I'll quell the pain with toughts of lust; drown the tears in temporary joys, as I'm tripping up the stairs of life. Falling on every step I climb. It's a blind charge through endless repetition. Running into doors I've closed with a history of lies. I can't do the things I love anymore, I can only love one thing now, and it calls to me, at times like these. Like a lover lost in the night, it finds me with open arms and pulls me aside. Am I strong enough to win this fight? Can I do this all again? As my strength cracks and breaks, I see how I've lied to myself, about the twisted merry-go-round and how long I can hold on, before I'm hurled aside for good. Because even though there's determination lurking within my eyes I can still feel myself fading, disappearing within my mind, I drift into nothingness losing myself forever in this this senseless repetition.
I like this, very strong. sad yet still sems there is a willingness to reach out.
Yes there is but only as far as feels comfortable .cheers.