Tickle in my brain, flying around in there
Nettle from the wings, wings without air.
Brother to it's flight, a needle of doubt
The sting will be sure, no way out.
I flinch from the pain, it pierces my defense
Pushing without mercy, sparing no expense
I feel the poison, numbing as it goes
Fiercely it corrupts, hope in death throes
I shake myself aware, I wont let it go
To pull this out, stop the flow
Strength from the deep, I brace for pain
Doubt won't easily die, it will be back again.
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 11:40 PM UTC
Tickle in my brain, flying around in there
Nettle from the wings, wings without air.
Brother to it's flight, a needle of doubt
The sting will be sure, no way out.
I flinch from the pain, it pierces my defense
Pushing without mercy, sparing no expense
I feel the poison, numbing as it goes
Fiercely it corrupts, hope in death throes
I shake myself aware, I wont let it go
To pull this out, stop the flow
Strength from the deep, I brace for pain
Doubt won't easily die, it will be back again.
taken from my blog opinionsofeye.blogspot.com