I am stuck in my head
where my demons all tread
where they dance and they play and they sing.
I am numbed by the sad song they bring.
I don’t posses enough power
can’t stand up-
fight my battles
I let them feed on my thoughts cause I’m weak.
Sometimes I am ready to dig my own grave
I know I shouldn’t say things I know I don’t mean.
But life is a wreck
the boat sinks from the stress.
The pressure, it never lets up.
I’ve always been stuck.
My mind becomes quicksand-
I stand no chance,
I’m stranded in the middle of a desert.
I’m praying for a change –
in the weather,
of scenery would be better.
for the sandstorm to subside
for the dust to clear from my eyes
so I can finally leave-
I used to know a sweet symphony
it spoke of a horizon
where light lets life flourish.
A place that gives way to peace
and love was the greatest of these.
When the sun rises
I’ll run for my life
demons in a box-
and haste. I’m a
finds a way to escape,
waging war on my brightest days.
I build a fortress to avoid its gunshots
but I cannot recognize
it has infiltrated
by the time I do it is already too late
-I’m a prisoner –
stuck in its chains.
My defeat brings clouds filled with rain-
the sky pours
floods the earth
my attempts are always in vain.
my desert is flooded with pain
Not what I meant when I said I need change.
Now my world is underwater
no life raft in sight,
this is where my demons make my worst thoughts come to life.