Brittle bones break
Under bestial brutality
Coming to forsake
These stone casting sinners
Without thought
To the beast in hiding
For they will be taught
That there will be no winners
The raining of boulders
Only makes me stronger
Your reigning proves me bolder
I’ll stand for this no longer
They will never believe
I won’t be stricken by sadness
I won’t break under the madness
God, please help me
For I’m drowning in duress
As I drive down the darkness
Nobody’s got my back
As I hold my own
Under constant siege and attack
Shadows fall and the rotted lich is rising
Bones buckle, muscles shred
Masticating masochism is endless
Though beaten, I am not dead
And I will see my way through this
As I wait for my turn, I am deeply surmising
How you will meet your end
Driving down the darkness
Striving through the sickness
All trespasses I shall amend
I shall brave the strife
And walk away with my life
Author notes
a new piece detailing my struggle to live a good life and not be dragged down by my past. enjoy.
Comments
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That is so good I like it
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'Nobody's got my back' ... somebody has ALWAYS got your back

An amazing write of fighting for oneself


I enjoyed this one thoroughly and always remember that no matter what happens, you were meant for bigger things and THAT is why you have to struggle so much!




