Sometimes I wish you would stop falling;
falling, falling,
fallen down that rabbit hole, Alice.
I feel quite incapable of living some days, it's like the world is against my ability as a human being. Last night I tried to appeal to his human self, but I have heard no word and still, will probably not. I think they may have been on the money that he is not a human being. The devil in disguise, a monster beneath the calm, fleshy exterior. His sins are gluttony, greed, part sloth and lust. I bet his eyes turn red in the frosty darkness and he lets out an evil laugh on the sly. That is the devil, says I.
Walls, built. A castle surrounded by forts and moats and tall, wooden chained gates. No one can break into this living hell. The devil has me trapped between walls, dark and dingey. I claw at the paved stone, it's jagged faces booming to me that I cannot escape. I fight against it, with all I have and yet it weakens the breath from my bones and I cannot fight anymore.
There's a glimpse of light, and all will be well someday I know. The light at the fortress burns brightly for me, waiting.
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