Complex Thoughts

I do pray not for nothing
But pray I may be something
I fear flames of the fire
My face conceals the liar

That resides deep within me
Hoping the world won't see me
I peep out through the window
The silence clouds the echos

Of screams of terror and fears
The cries, the drops of salt tears
They say the mind is willing
But this one here is weakened

Compressed are all the feelings
The truth of dark thoughts hidden
The self hatred held within
The fumes of fury, breathe in

Self loathe, self contained anger
The empty soul that wanders
The daydreamings, the wonders
An uncertain fate pondered

A smile for the world, seeming
As darkness and pain deepens
For what they don't know in me
Will make them pass by, free me

The steps of death are coming
The times of the end dawning
The voice of reason calling
To break out from this sullen

State of mind, now a prison
It's time the youth is risen
My knees have lost the feeling
Of knowing what is kneeling

My mind has since shunned wisdom
Yet my soul yearns for freedom
From pain that won't go away
Unless, this night, I do pray

Copyright © 2010 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)