And I don't know how to
Live
When I'm getting
Guns shoved down my throat
And I'm paranoid everywhere I go
When I scream and
Slam on the brakes
Because there's only so much I can take
And I can't shake this
Ache inside of me
And I want the
Shattered pieces of my inner peace
Returned to who I thought I'd be.

Sick of the photo lineups and the
Nightmares.
Scared of my own shadow and
Always prepared to
Whip out my mace
On anything with a pulse and a fast pace.


I can't shake his face.


Won't let me sleep
Or keep
Up with all the shit
Piling up on my list and
I just want to be over and done with it
But, you see, I'm having trouble saying goodbye
To the one I went through it with.

I'm trying to rise above
But I can't recall what
Love feels like.
Staring contest down the
Barrel of a strangers rage
And all I've got to show for it are the
Locks on my
Cage door.

I don't feel safe in my own skin anymore.
Almost tore it apart the night before
Last.


But today's a new day, right?
Unless you were up all night
I swear I heard something at the door.
I swear I heard something at the door.

01/23/2009

Author's Note:

< St. Anthony plagued by demons, as imagined by Martin Schongauer, in the 1480s.

Posted on 01/24/2009
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