Shift yourself from this grave..side to side ..consider yourself for the first time in a millennia. Look up to the sky..consider you’ll live again.
Drifting up from your sleep..in a haze to what the world has become. Shake a breath for the wind..show no fear for the light…and slowly breath in.. Exhale!
Search for strength, beneath your bleeding heart. Behind the crimson lines you’ve drawn tighter still. Reset trap door thoughts of letting the world collide with the emptiness inside. Hold on..dare to hold on..hold on tight to life even when the lines break from their binds.
Hold onto your hope so tight. Dampen the screams with your love. Drown out the sound of the cries. Hold it down and squeeze so softly..let that part of you die. No blame for the life you’ve forsaken, when it’s gone we could never know why. You can pray to god you will be whole again..if you would throw all your hopes to the sky. But no one is there to catch them.
Say goodbye to forgiveness, when all you are is a lie. If living could mean one thing, One would think..it meant everything when you still tried. And now giving it up for the moment..at your darkest hour in life. Lifting the burden from burning wings, and saying hello to the light. Lifting yourself from the curse of living..and facing the fear of the fight. Show your strength this one last time!
You are all the heart of this world, beating, bleeding, breathing a new life. Fighting the worlds wars against right. The wrong path down the wrong road, and still holding out through the strife. The all seeing eye and all knowing mind of this make believe Zion..this plate we have piled on. So sick in its taste from what the world relies on. Waving one flag, one hate , for one chorus that rings true to this day..a truth so desperate to be sung…and with purpose marching forward into the dawn. Beyond your darkest hour!
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This is very poetic RT, thank you for sharing. Living life at all certainly is a battle, both mentally, emotionally and physically. Many of us are indirectly oppressed in one way or another, the antagonist being another person, circumstances or even themselves. As all battles go they require energy, strength and strategy, which can be nurtured, fortified and mastered over time. As they say, it’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.
Thanks for reading!
It’s hard to create on the spot with this word press but today wasnt so bad.
I hope you and everyone else out there are doing well and fighting the good fight.
RT *clink clink* keep writing ma man. from your friendly neighborhood killswitch
lol right on!!
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