Denial

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The steady shadow of denial

Does rest upon my door

I ask of it one simple thing;

To humble me, to speak my mind

So the Living can acknowledge death

For demons are proud, and offer lies


The Living would not understand!

They give only expectations

They hate all they can't control

And I am no exception

They hold me to their paranoia

Yet to them I'm anti-christened


Grief should have his way at last

Having lived here all this time

He knows, he sees, he decides

He tells the mind he wants to die

Because in this soul, he does reside

Words were spoken, but they're not mine


Fear is deaths of a different kind

He kills the truth, he tells the lies

He controls, empowers, wastes my time

Holds the weapon that wrecks my mind

Steals my reason, my logic too

It's he who knows just where to wound


Pain, my dear, my warm regards

I pushed you down, threw you far

Your loyalty still shows, though it's poor

And you say I owe you more

I have nothing left to give, my friend

So finally now, I welcome it


Death you've dared to knock again

The Living Christians call you sin

But no, not me, I'm different

We've talked so long you're now a friend

Always asking me to wait with you

And listen to your cunning ends


Sorrow, how could I forget?

You hide behind my worst regrets

You're the source of all my demons

Because of you, they continue to live

You're to blame, you are the reason!

But the Living don't believe in treason


Darkness you know my deepest thoughts

Like a lens you tint each and every one

Laughter perishes in your presence

No wonder weeping never lessens

You darken all I think and see

Attempting to warn, attempting to teach


The last of you, I cannot name

Pride is holding my tongue in place

But demons offer a single gift; Denial

For pride forgets, and I expose the lies

It doesn't matter, the demons say

Because. The Living. Still. Deny.


I rushed forward, they pulled me back

I hinted, revealed, and called them out

I hated myself, for speaking their words

Because to hide their existence

Your mind had to be turned

Like all of the Living, you fell for their lies

They gave me a gift. And it's called Denial.

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