Evidently I'm a ghost of my former self
Every morning I wake up with the face of death
Feeling drained and empty of spiritual wealth
Picturing my cold corpse underneath a wreath
The world darkens my visions, I walk alone
Fighting evil spirits that surround my dome
In a constant battle, failing on my own
Feeeling guilt like I'm reaping seeds that I've sown
Pushing loved ones afar, oblivious to pain
Wondering what I'd look like with blown out brains
And I walk to the edge of the bridge and stand
Looking down to a fate that will end God's plans
A new weapon, but this one is for myself
Staring at the cold beast, sitting on the shelf
And my eyes close shut as I make a choice
To walk free from my pain, or to heed the voice
Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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2 comments:
Really deep! The feelings of pain are so clearly drawn out with such simplicity and purity.
Thank you very much.
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