Beaten by whips and chains
Like a slave mentally drained
As I lay in a pool of my own blood unable to move.
Broken and beaten
Beaten and bruised
What do I do to gain closeness to you, lord God?
Too many nights I’ve tried; crying inside. My sheets soaked beneath me
Still I’m reaching for this reason to breath
Seeking comfort under nothingness
I’ve struggled with:
Lonely is the only concept I accept
because it’s sincere
It’s how I feel.
No matter how unreal the pretense is, I fear; my words have fallen on death’s ear.
When not an ounce of restlessness suppresses all unnecessary stress. Still, restless but compressed inside is every doubt and fear I want to hide.
I’ve tried my route, time-out, closed mouth without a doubt.
Door closed moreover
night-night lights out.
Yet wrong or right I’ve tried to fight
and right now, I’m in fight or flight.
All I can do is give it all to you. I give my hanging pain
the numbing sensation in my hands. Cause relief is all
I’m seeking give me purpose and a reason please.
My Escape it waits as I await a means to understand my place
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