No Escape

The surface in which she claws through
is but a mere inch of fragile glass
Spitting malicious words of doom,
trapped within a cage that won’t last

I play blind to this image she shows,
only wishing to never see truth
Fighting against her unfathomable will,
pretending to be deaf with obvious proof

She snickers at the tears that pour
for I’m too weak to such poison
Beating me down with snide remarks,
my mind taken by corrupt voices

She breaks out of her prison
as if she always holds the key
Such a struggle to force her back,
a war in which I can never flee

Standing in this plane of existence,
I fear nowhere for me is safe,
for she follows in my footsteps
and her very being makes me chafe

As a last resort, I’ll let the crimson flow
Maybe upon satan’s door ill be free
Yet, with my arrival at hell’s gate
I discover my own demon was me

◄ Lost Dreams

Dying Hope ►

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