It's always one thing or another,
Small things begin to smother.
Brick by brick, the pile grows,
As more of my soul does expose.
Broken, I lay as for answers I search,
Each attempt ends with nothing but lurch.
This feeling eats at my very soul,
Devouring the other emotions whole.
All thats left is despair,
That I fear I will never repair.
A long journey that ends before it begins,
Only to be left with a monument to my sins.
Each breath I take, pains me to the core,
Never again, I would say, I even swore.
The wall I built to keep others out,
Falls at the smallest sign of doubt.
The pain I feel brings me to my knees,
Left with all my demons to appease.
The darkness reaches out as I'm left to repent,
And pray for salvation that is heaven sent.