By day I shield my eyes
from the garish "real world"
At night I leave them open
running from the creeping darkness in my soul.
Surrounded by friends and family
yet I always am so alone,
I retreat to my safe haven
inside my head.
Prison of flesh and bone.
Outside the pettyness and chaos
drive me inside myself.
But inside is no better,
the constant battle with my light
always just ahead of the creeping blackness.
This coldness inside me is
like a dead weight destined
forever to be carried
in the warm place where
my soul should rest.
YOU put it there, but
your memory is what keeps me
chained to this millstone of self doubt
anger and hate.
Free me!
But even now something inside,
some little remaing spark of me
knows that only I can free myself
from the internal prison
laid on me.
One day the flames of my soul
rekindled only by a kind of love
I have yet to feel,
will burn away my prison
sear away the weak flesh.
Then I will be revealed
in all the beauty no-one else sees.
In the meantime I will wait.
Biding my time knowing
one day I will soar free.
And you will be forever trapped
in the enduring bleakness
of you black unfeeling soul.
Untitled By Andra Williams
This is about someone who hurt me a lot. Nuff said.
