Pick at my thoughts,
lurking from the shadows.
DARK!
With eyes focused at the light,
end of the tunnel is narrow through a peep hole.
HOPE!
At the end of every struggle,
we're all fighting for just a taste of it.
WAKE!
Our dreams keep us fast asleep in the daylight,
Imaginations vivid of a kid wishing to change the world.
BUT,
His penny for a thought makes less sense
for the millions of ideas he has.  

LORD!
You see me an empty sinner,
sin I indulge in, leaves me feeling emptier.
I try to branch off from them.
LOST!
Like the child who hasn't found himself,
to busy living in the shadows of others.
Friends who can easily find love,
I'm stuck at trying to love myself.

HELP!
Someone save me from myself,
before I crash at the edge.
Screaming in my head, to the point I'm dead.
LOUD!
Cries in my inner fibre,
I'm bleeding much more inside.
I can not lie,
the broken people are more damaged inside.

REAL!
Are the words I write;
that echo in the corners of air pockets
These are all but,
LORD WORDS!