I will not stand for the absence.
The fight for survival in my own skin,
Sown onto me, like some wasted fabric.
Nailed to my bones like the child of God.
For someone so alone and so strong,
It gets tiring to hear the same song.
The anthem of nothing.
The joy of relief.
When the pain is gone,
An even worse enemy steps to the stage.
His enemy is love.
He goes by the name, rage.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
I will not stand for the absence.
The fight for survival in my own skin,
Sown onto me, like some wasted fabric.
Nailed to my bones like the child of God.
For someone so alone and so strong,
It gets tiring to hear the same song.
The anthem of nothing.
The joy of relief.
When the pain is gone,
An even worse enemy steps to the stage.
His enemy is love.
He goes by the name, rage.
