Some days... I can hear myself screaming inside. Even when I turn to run, my guiding angel twists me around at the waste, to face my fear. My enemy... Like Typhon; it towers over me as it trudges among scattered corpses of prior attempts, and failures... a haunting. It presents me with a task and with a risk, but conceals the punishment behind bars, waiting for the perfect moment to caress my fleash with it's mighty fangs.
I can hear it. Imploding. The cries for aid sink my heart, for I know that the aid might not come. Whines... Un-deserving to be left astray to fend for itself, when once before it fended for others. IN some minds, the loyalty of the warrior goes unfavored. It makes me want to explode...
Sometimes I want to scream out the sickness... But I question the logic, is it the correct way - for me at least- to explore my emotions? Maybe the answer lies inside. At times I have to dig to find. That one tiny clue...
Today comes a rush of labor, tomorrow comes nothing but more. A pit stop from hell, kept me waiting for my return, but my savior - my guiding angel- knows where to direct me. But I question one thing: who is my guiding angel? I think I might have to dig to find out...
I can hear it. Imploding. The cries for aid sink my heart, for I know that the aid might not come. Whines... Un-deserving to be left astray to fend for itself, when once before it fended for others. IN some minds, the loyalty of the warrior goes unfavored. It makes me want to explode...
Sometimes I want to scream out the sickness... But I question the logic, is it the correct way - for me at least- to explore my emotions? Maybe the answer lies inside. At times I have to dig to find. That one tiny clue...
Today comes a rush of labor, tomorrow comes nothing but more. A pit stop from hell, kept me waiting for my return, but my savior - my guiding angel- knows where to direct me. But I question one thing: who is my guiding angel? I think I might have to dig to find out...
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