Saturday, December 3, 2011

Infliction

No hope for the future
Because I'm tearing out the sutures
Mental wounds so fresh
I'll carry these scars till death
Controlled by prescriptions
No, not from addiction
I anxiously await
The things my mind creates
Creating unlikely situations
That cause mental irritation
I need rehabilitation
for my mental miss communication
I cant seem to let go
And let myself grow
But I got to keep going
And keep my weakness from showing
Because after all
This is a test to stand tall
I can tell you I've fallen
And found myself crawling
But it's self inflected
By Satan's grip I'm constricted
I've got to keep my eyes up
Remembering whose blood fills that cup
We're ethereal beings
Don't let darkness keep you from seeing
We all have potential
And that's not confidential
So please be believing
In these words I'm conceiving

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