Monday, July 28
Out of Combat
I’m going to keep my head up and listen.
I owe you that much,
‘Cause you were right friend.
Tell me my lies and I’ll start to break.
Feed me some truth,
There’s too much at stake.
It’s a death glare.
This isn’t a fair fight,
But I’ll be alright.
I have to.
Dark days, I failed to stay away.
Is that really what they have been saying?
Rock me to sleep.
Shhh, just give me that.
To fall out of this world,
Out of combat.
Light a fire in me,
A beautiful distraction this night.
Still no reaction.
Back to life.
I owe you that much,
‘Cause you were right friend.
Tell me my lies and I’ll start to break.
Feed me some truth,
There’s too much at stake.
It’s a death glare.
This isn’t a fair fight,
But I’ll be alright.
I have to.
Dark days, I failed to stay away.
Is that really what they have been saying?
Rock me to sleep.
Shhh, just give me that.
To fall out of this world,
Out of combat.
Light a fire in me,
A beautiful distraction this night.
Still no reaction.
Back to life.
Labels: On Personal Battles and Blindness
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