Your Poetry Dot Com - Withered

Array ( [sid] => 162617 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Withered [time] => 2010-10-03 12:12:36 [hometext] => Fighting a losing battle. [bodytext] => Actively seeking an asylum for the mundane
Run my fingers along the deadened nerves of your brain
It’s crowded in there, full of perversions and fears
Only the light escapes while the darkness adheres

Your weakness is a button that gets pushed often
A little curveball makes your willpower soften
I keep crossing wires hoping to see a spark of life
Ambushed by your little white lies that cut like a knife

I see a resignation in you that can’t be faked
A symphony of loss, an ode to the heart that ached
Full of lusts and sins that need to be defeated
Inner voice screams but the sound has been depleted

Your spirit is lonely, wandering through the night
Punching at air you will ensure you lose this fight
Lifeless eyes see something in the mirror that they despise
Savage addictions are claiming rights to your demise

In short order you start to fold, just like a cheap suit
The devil got bored, and he needed a new recruit
Reach out from the fog, clear the cobwebs from your eyes
That oasis you seek is satan in disguise

Stand up for yourself, yours is a life worth saving
Do not fall victim to the lure of a craving
Shout out at the top of your lungs until you are heard
Drop down to your knees and demand that your sins be purged

Your thoughts can not be trusted so you must tune them out
As the hours turn into days your mind will cast some doubt
The junkies are circling, they want to fix you up
Parched with thirst, but don’t drink from the forbidden cup

Help me to knock down those walls that you have created
This monster feeds on you but it can be abated
Why didn’t you listen to all that I have said?
I cried for you this morning when I found you dead.
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Withered
Date: Sunday, 3rd October 2010 @ 12:12:36 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: hauntedscorp

Actively seeking an asylum for the mundane
Run my fingers along the deadened nerves of your brain
It’s crowded in there, full of perversions and fears
Only the light escapes while the darkness adheres

Your weakness is a button that gets pushed often
A little curveball makes your willpower soften
I keep crossing wires hoping to see a spark of life
Ambushed by your little white lies that cut like a knife

I see a resignation in you that can’t be faked
A symphony of loss, an ode to the heart that ached
Full of lusts and sins that need to be defeated
Inner voice screams but the sound has been depleted

Your spirit is lonely, wandering through the night
Punching at air you will ensure you lose this fight
Lifeless eyes see something in the mirror that they despise
Savage addictions are claiming rights to your demise

In short order you start to fold, just like a cheap suit
The devil got bored, and he needed a new recruit
Reach out from the fog, clear the cobwebs from your eyes
That oasis you seek is satan in disguise

Stand up for yourself, yours is a life worth saving
Do not fall victim to the lure of a craving
Shout out at the top of your lungs until you are heard
Drop down to your knees and demand that your sins be purged

Your thoughts can not be trusted so you must tune them out
As the hours turn into days your mind will cast some doubt
The junkies are circling, they want to fix you up
Parched with thirst, but don’t drink from the forbidden cup

Help me to knock down those walls that you have created
This monster feeds on you but it can be abated
Why didn’t you listen to all that I have said?
I cried for you this morning when I found you dead.

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