cut my soul from my body
leaving bitterness behind
my own hope is strangled
beaten like a blunt boot to my ribs
snuffed like a candle too short of a wick
not even you could rekindle it
because what you have done is unforgivable
a line in the sand, a dare there between us
my hand is a weapon; my blood's in a boil
i strain to move mountains; i strain to break free
my hand is still a fist that i cannot unravel
fixed by invisible shackles
the mountain won't move
my mind won't swing free
my face has gone loose like an avalanche slide
my tongue becomes rubber; my lungs barely breathe
sorrow waits for me
with cold and clammy hands
shaking in grim anticipation
losing my battle with time
the wreck and the ruin
and the man inside
he's scarred me like acid rain
leaving me to drown in its
rising waters that tower over me
you've brought me a light
but that light is false
so darkness is better than a heartfelt lie
what i wish and
what i've become
have too great of differences
anger swelling
puncturing my insides
my brand of healing has
only caused misery
