My nights one blur
My soul all a stir
All the men in their masks
Were more than happy to act and take advantage
of the temporary lapse in my sanity
Suddenly everyone wanted me
All I wanted was help
Those times when I wasn't myself
I felt that attention was affection
that lust was love
Quite the deception
I lost direction.... an injured Dove
A broken wing
I would've done almost anything
to distract me from reality
It was just too painful for me.....
And now the cross I bare is regret
The guilt from my failure to protect and guard my soul
The shame of losing all control
in a delicate time of loss
It was no excuse
Now I must use the time I have left to make amends
I cant pretend
that my past didn't happen
but it doesn't have to imprison me
My eternity still awaits
My days ahead are mine to create
I plan on unveiling from this tragedy
my masterpiece....
A brand new me.
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