by Tricia Sayne

Created on: August 25, 2009   Last Updated: August 29, 2009

THE DEMON WITHIN


Limp from the head down, there's no going back now
Once it's embraced you, fighting it won't do.
Soul-less and lonely. Encased in the city.
With hundreds around me, I wallow in pity.

Once a content life, now I've got no ambition.
What kind of life is bathed in suspicion?
Hidden within is the pain and the sorrow.
If I could just face it, I'd see no tomorrow.

Guilty eyes are full of deception.
Enclosed are my dreams of suicidal redemption.
I'd scream it from rooftops, if you'd hear my plea.
All I want from my life is to be set free.

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