Is this fear that’s inside me, burning a hole in my soul, or
Is this pain that confines me, clawing inside my chest?
Is this my life: one long fight?
Am I a chant in the night, or
The evil cross between what’s right?
Is this fear that’s inside me, crushing a gap between reality and insanity, or
Is this pain that confines me, gnawing away at my noble breast?
Will death answer my plead, or
Will the reaper let me bleed?
Is their anything that can save me,
Any hope at all,
Am I even fit to stand here, or
Am I fit to fall?
© 2009 Abby Ryan
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