Disadvantaged is how my soul is beginning to feel,
And in this world I now understand is a place I can’t manage,
For my own cold runny blood is dripping constantly,
And to tell you honestly my open heart can’t be sealed.
For I realize that I’ve stabbed through myself,
Through my very own living soul,
And though I may be still breathing,
My flat mind and red heart have let go.
Given out on their own kind master,
And gave into the theft called temptation,
They now ride on my memory wave,
To a long sought out location.
My two feet step away stiffly and slowly,
Backing up to their very own grave,
And the heaven they fall on won’t be holy,
For I’ve lied to my friends,
Family and peers,
For my one greatest weakness,
That weakness being pure fear.
My story I did not deliver or tell,
For a sad story it is for one to hear,
So as a zombie I march myself off to hell,
Predicting that’s where my feet slowly take me.
Still, against the demand my heart reaches for the doorknob,
But it’s the fact that my mind holds the key,
Understanding that half of myself kicks me down,
While the other wants to be revealed.
So its here I now lay upon this broken mound,
With growing pains unable to be healed….

~Tera~
DONT HATE

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