in her midst, I can put it to rest
say goodnight to all my demons
but once she goes, the demons awake
to remind me who I am
they torture me, one by one
picking apart my soul
questioning every single bit of me
if i could think not
i would not
if i could be void of heart
if i could look to the
night sky and see
god among the stars
if i could feel the
presence of life in all
this dark and dreary
deadness
i suppose it's my
cross to bear
but i will not change
for you
i can not fit into
your white
world of
possibility.
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