MaCRonI
10-19-07, 01:42 AM
I cringe when my past sins awake me from slumber/
My thought wanders to find the forgiveness my soul hungers/
But Even when I feel happy, it only exist for a moment/
as the clutch of agony’s fingers unfold from my swollen/
neck, I feel its grasp loosen just enough to breathe/
To clench the earth's crust and yank myself from hell's depths/
and caress the light the seems so near but distance/
Unable to tell the difference between what it is and isnt/
Cuz I'm accustom to being imprisoned by the sword hilt/
Of guilt piercin my spirit, blossoming hope only wilts/
drastically aging my facial features by several years/
Wrinkled of youth, my eyes too dry to seep tears/
Even though the beacon of light is out of my reach/
I still try, at least make the feel of defeat decease/
But the shackles of gravity hold back from achieving/
My fingers touch the sky, but I still feel a sinking feeling/
As I fall further down, I faded back into hellish dreams/
A devil’s offspring falling to a lower self esteem/
My thought wanders to find the forgiveness my soul hungers/
But Even when I feel happy, it only exist for a moment/
as the clutch of agony’s fingers unfold from my swollen/
neck, I feel its grasp loosen just enough to breathe/
To clench the earth's crust and yank myself from hell's depths/
and caress the light the seems so near but distance/
Unable to tell the difference between what it is and isnt/
Cuz I'm accustom to being imprisoned by the sword hilt/
Of guilt piercin my spirit, blossoming hope only wilts/
drastically aging my facial features by several years/
Wrinkled of youth, my eyes too dry to seep tears/
Even though the beacon of light is out of my reach/
I still try, at least make the feel of defeat decease/
But the shackles of gravity hold back from achieving/
My fingers touch the sky, but I still feel a sinking feeling/
As I fall further down, I faded back into hellish dreams/
A devil’s offspring falling to a lower self esteem/