Weary Soul
Agony,
torment,
the fear of death.
Heart
racing
with every breath.
Stomach
churning.
How could it be?
Why
can't
you just set me free?
My soul
is choking,
it knows only pain.
It's beaten
and broken,
it's almost been slain.
It's crying
and drowning
on it's own tears' flood.
The floor
is red
from the stain of my blood.
If only
my soul
could escape from its chains,
Then
the blood
would cease to drain.
Coiled
so tightly
around its neck,
Is
the rope
that's held it in check.
But if
you give it
a knife to cut loose,
It stabs
itself
instead of the noose.
So
instead
of it breaking free,
It only
further
suffers in me.
torment,
the fear of death.
Heart
racing
with every breath.
Stomach
churning.
How could it be?
Why
can't
you just set me free?
My soul
is choking,
it knows only pain.
It's beaten
and broken,
it's almost been slain.
It's crying
and drowning
on it's own tears' flood.
The floor
is red
from the stain of my blood.
If only
my soul
could escape from its chains,
Then
the blood
would cease to drain.
Coiled
so tightly
around its neck,
Is
the rope
that's held it in check.
But if
you give it
a knife to cut loose,
It stabs
itself
instead of the noose.
So
instead
of it breaking free,
It only
further
suffers in me.
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