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A poem about not being able to escape a papst life |
Slipping into darkness, no future do I see. Falling sinking further, no path to lead the way. Sins from the past lurk in the shadows, and contantly call out my name. An angel's hand breaks through the abyss and reaches out for me, but the salvation that it offers, just seems so faraway. No one can hear my screams of anguish, as the nightmare takes control. The demons in my head are now reaching for my soul. I hear the rush of wings as the demons take to flight, their fiery screams echoing through the night. Somebody save me before they carry me away. To a life filled with anguish and hopeless despair.. I reach out for the angel's hand that"s now almost out of sight, desperately fighting to save my own life. It was almost in my grasp, but their icy hands surround me and pull me back into my past. Now the light is slowly fading just a flicker in my eyes. My tears have turned to shadows as I quietly say my goodbyes. There is no one to save me not a single soul in sight. No one to lay the blame on it was the choices I had made. Before you end your day before you go to sleep,look down the path of life you made what choices should you keep ? |