Post by Kabal on Jul 17, 2006 22:29:58 GMT -5
Helpless, defenseless, Rendered these I am tonight, as all I love and cherish disappears, leaving me to fend for self...
The roads between us go astray, Leading us away instead, I wait in place as patiently as my mind tears in twain, waiting for word of safety, that nothing bad has happened here...
But what is it that tears inside? Striving to convince that all has died? Hanging by the thread of strength, all I have left from all that's happened, life has cast me down so many times, how can I keep coping? How do I keep surviving what is meant to destroy me?
Please whatever benevolents gods, goddesses, spirits there are, please help me, please save me from this dimentia that tries to strangle me, it skews the view, ensnares the mind threatening to make me blind, Agony, cold despair, and torment's hot touch, raking across my every fiber,
How will I survive this test, how will I succeed now? Will it finally end? Will my sanity snap this night?
Will I lose all I am to the ethereal winds that will carry the ashes of my former self to eternity?
Please, someone save me from myself, please don't abandon me in this night, I need help desperately, I need Deus Ex Machina to come and deliver me from the evil inside that will devour me and leave me dead...
Someone send an angelic call that will lead me out of this darkness, I am desperate, for any respite, sleep wounds, and dreams burn, what can I do to stay the hand, that wants so badly to make it end?
So many know me, so many care, yet throwing it all away would fail them all, I am trying but it's so hard, I can barely look myself in the eye... I keep seeing the blade within my mind, I know I could end it all but goddamnit I don't want to fail...
Fighting with all I am to preserve the last strain of strength I possess...
But failing miserably as every move is matched and countered, every piece cornered...
Please deliver me from what hunts me this night, please return what has been taken, please save me from what ails, please grant me peace enough to see this through.... so tired of conflict.... it is killing me...
Becoming more tempting is the call of the blade that offers release, from this mind-spattered hell that has become my shell and prison....
I cannot fight this war alone, and alone I am this moment... I need your guidance divine one, how am I supposed to survive this maddening hell?
Drowning in my fever as I attempt to escape pursuers,
Divine creator please recue me, please offer your hand and let me pull myself out of this circle of confusion and threat of death....
please, someone save me...
