My Own Worst Enemy

From the windows of my soul
Don’t expect to be mesmerized

My soul whispers save me
So far no search and rescue team
Only me paddling across streams of lava

No gardens filled with roses and orchids
Over here we have dying flowers and thirsty lands
Cursed by some merciless creature

This picture I paint will erase smiles
As hearts freeze in the cold of my truth
Agony like medusa showed her ugly face
And now I await the gods to breathe life into me

Like a sword this pen takes on enemies undefeated by fist
This ink baptizes pages with an art of the depths of my being
In these lines you will find emotions that take life

Master of masters, hear your unworthy servant spill his pain
Place your healing hands on this aching mind
This reality I live frightens the bones of warriors
Save me from the sword that I hold
Let these words not be written in vain
For they are my only weapon against my inner demon