I guess just vile and harsh people it the only thing beaning offered to me on a silver platter here in this prison. serving me hatred and hostility in every course.
Trying so deeply not to let it devour me alive, my weak and fragile heart. As it feeds on me like a leech for survival. As i say NO i will prevail out of the DARKNESS as time passes in the new era.
Its starting to unlock the beast within me, trying to helplessly to fight it off , but slowly and surely its perishing and melting me away.
Yes its a perilous journey and battle inside me and i am not leading to victory for the looks of it. Its eating me alive and my soul. As i weaken before my light brown eyes that have DARKENED.
Crying is ritual and has become a part of me. My pain fury, anger as my greatest enemy is now becoming my closest friend. I stand in the mirror and see the beast before me.
I keep fighting it ,but i cant no more am tarnishing and i think i cant fight much longer. WHO aids my silent cries. Only time can tell ? I am losing the battle alone !
