Im trapped inside
with no where to hide
and no where to go
no one to know
what circles inside my head
im falling again
is this time the end?
the voices are back
never ending their attack
and the clouds are drawing near
the bridges are burning
th doors are slamming shut
as i run down the road
looking for help
looking for a friend
someone to help me mend
there's one door that stays open
long enough for me to duck in
the light turns on and my angel is revealed
jesus is not the savior that helped me to heal
this man bandeges my wounds
stitches up my cuts
washes away the blood
and i feel almost alright
releaved that i no linger have to take on the night
i hear a growl at the door and i cringe
afraid that again it will begin
the voices, i hear them screaming
for a chance to taste my bone
but the man holds me close
and hides me from the sound
i am forever greatful
and then he trows me back outside,
with no where to hide
and no where to go
no one to know
what circles inside my head
im falling again
is this time the end?
(this is a dark poem, i guess, but its more about love, though i think thats hard to preceive. its sort of a combination of what goes on in my head, and what goes on in my heart.)
