Dancing With Your Demons.

Your voice trembles with guilt as you stand over the flame of your own lies. Burning, burning down bridges left and right and stomping on the sympathy you believe you don't deserve. You've got heavy hurt placed inside that rusty heart of yours, but the demons are floating across the surface of your face.

All of my music, writing, and screaming are the equivalent to your alcohol, pills, and fantasy romances. I've thrown myself among the useless tendencies that I beg to believe will save me. They won't. Therefore, you better not be childish and think that they can save you from yourself.

Years and years have flown across my eyes, and they're flooding my mind with memories that are too dark to forget. Endless nights and breaking hearts - how could you do this?

My tender ears can decipher the pain that's jumbled among your lies and psychobabble. (I wish they didn't.) And I'm struggling in pushing away all the love that's tugging away at my heart. But daddy, you've always broken me down before, and today is no different. I'm too lost to move on, but I feel too much pain to stay here in the rubble. Love and hate are too closely laced within my head, and I can feel their powerful surges all the way to my fingertips.

Oh, how I wish I could just leave. I don't want to live in this criss-crossed world with your lies anymore. I just don't. So do the one thing that you never did before - leave the lies and guilt alone and walk away from my world. Please. Because it may be the thing that saves me in the end.

January 2, 2009
(c) Stephanie Lynn.