Will I Ever Run Past the Bounds of Your Grasp?
just how long has it been since i slept a full sleep,
since i prayed to christ and finally was granted peace?
was there simply a before and after, or is this my living hell?
am i doomed to live this on repeat forever and a day,
or is there something sacrificial possibly i can do to escape?
how long must i fight against the enemy before i can finally breathe?
will this be the rest of my life, or can prayers save me?
did you attach our futures together with your villainy?
ripping through my flesh in hopes of owning me,
gouging out my eyes, nerves getting stuck in your teeth?
squelching sledgehammer bashed hard into my brain,
talons sinking inches deep into whatever you call what remains.
do i live after the torture you gifted,
or do i simply fall to my knees?
does my life go on, even though i must be blind
and washed up out of the sea?
can you lie and fraud deceit well enough,
that people hear your story before my deafening cries and screams?
