Life's Lonely Road (A Poetry Collection)

Battling Demons

It's like a noose around the neck
These walls are closing in
I am all alone
I have been swallowed whole by sin

It's Not your fault
And you are Not to blame.
Cause if I could do it all again,
I'd do it all the same.

I've lived life in the moment,
And only for the day,
Never have I had a home,
Or was sure where I'd stay

Many a times I wanted to call you up
But I had no words to speak
Then I'd begin to think of you
And your image made me weak

Driven from my life,
Expelled by my addiction,
This selfish greed
This man made affliction

I know that you were hurt
and felt ashamed
But it wasn't your demon
that needed to be tamed

Had you not cast judgement
And aimed to blame
You would have gone unnoticed
things would remain the same

I'm bathed in regrets
decision that were all mine
Having been enslaved
By what I keep deeply confined

So I sit now reflecting
Just passing the time
Writing you this letter
And telling this rhyme

Of pleasures and pains,
Of wrongs, and rights
About long tiring days
And dark sleepless nights

About my personal struggles,
The battles between my heart, and my head
Where the demons walk
And refuse to go to bed

They've seen my thoughts
And felt my fears
And They've know about you
For all these years

They've consumed me
My body, soul, and mind
And now they want you
And we're running out of time

All the pain that I've caused
Has been fuel for their fight
They've just about won,
Now you know why I write

I can let them escape,
They can't be set free,
Because it's you that they want,
It has never been me

I was just collateral damage
just another casualty
Consumed to cause pain
My fall was for you and only you to see,

Their making plans to take you,
And they say your destinies have been wed
But I refuse to believe them
I won't be misled

If a life it cost
To put them to bed
The A sacrifice from me
They will be fed

I pray for your forgiveness,
and I wish you well,
While you future holds heaven,
I'll probably burn in hell

It's time to go,
Its the end of me,
The demons are calling
And I'm their conferee

They have an appetite to feed

A dinner for threeThe muzzle pressed conferee my temple The demons finally realized the sacrifice was me!

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