Friday, December 11, 2009

On Guard for Thee

I STRUGGLE WITH DEMONS DAILY
SOME ARE STRANGE AND NEW TO ME
BUT MOST OF THEM I KNOW
SINCE THEY BELONG TO ME
THE WAY IN WHICH I DEAL WITH THEM
DIFFERS FROM ONE MOMENT TO THE NEXT
IT ALL DEPENDS ON MY STATE OF MIND
UPON MY WEAKNESSES AND STRENGTHS
IT SEEMS TO WORK ODDLY ENOUGH
WITH DEMONS AND DEVILS IN MY MIND
BUT THE HARDEST THING OF ALL I FIND
IS TO BATTLE THEM WHILST IN THE COMPANY
OF ANGELS IN MY MIND
THE SOFTEST AND KINDEST OF HEARTS
THE SWEETNESS AND UNDERSTANDING
THAT DISTRACTS ME
AND THE BATTLE BEGINS
I TELL AT TIMES I DON’T WANT TO BE ME
RESERVED, STAGNANT IN THE PRESENCE OF EVIL
YET SO BOLD AND OUTSPOKEN WITH THOSE WHO TRULY CARE
BOGGED DOWN, WATERLOGGED FROM NO WEIGHT BUT MY OWN
MY OWN CONSCIENCE AND SINS
I SOON FIND
MY ONLY OPPONENT
TO BE MY OWN MIND
OBSCURED BY THE FOG OF THE FIGHT
I FEEL REALITY KICK IN, SUCH A BIG BITE
THE WOUND PARTS WIDER
THOUGH NO BLOOD OR FLESH EVER SHOWS
THE SCAR THAT REMAINS GOUGED OUT
THE TOLL AND ITS PRICE PAID IN FULL
LEAVING BEHIND ONLY NIGHTMARES OF WHAT HAS NOT COME
CONDUCIVE TO SELF-DESTRUCTION
WORDS SPOKEN WITHOUT DIRECTION
RICOCHET BY UNCONSCIOUS DEFLECTION
STRIKING DIRECTLY AND WITH PAINFUL ACCURACY
BUT WORDS ARE JUST WORDS
THOUGHTS ARE JUST THOUGHTS
IT’S THE LIPS AND THE MIND THAT TRULY OUGHT TO SCARE US ALL
SO WHILE YOU SLEEP AND DREAM TONIGHT
I STAND GUARD
I STAND OVER YOU, YOUR THOUGHTS, YOUR FEELINGS AND YOUR MIND
I SPEAK TO GHOSTS
I FACT I SPEAK TO MINE
THE WORLD IS TROUBLED
DOES ANYONE ELSE CARE
WHO STANDS ON GUARD FOR ME
WHO STANDS ON GUARD WHEN I SLEEP
WHO WILL AWAKEN SHOULD I FALL ASLEEP
THE FUTURE LOOKS MUCH BRIGHTER THOUGH
AT LEAST AT THIS MOMENT, WHERE I STAND
IF YOU SHOULD CARE
ONCE ALL THE PAIN HAS BEEN GIVEN
SLEEP IS ALL YOU GET
SO SLEEP WELL
ANGER AND SHAME ARE THE LESSONS OF THE DAY
I COULD GIVE UP
BUT NOT TODAY
FROM THE HOLLOW SO DEEP INSIDE ME
COMES THE TEMPEST OF YOUR LOVE
CHANGING LIKE THE SEASONS
EACH EBBING AND FLOWING
I WEAR THE NAME OF YOUR DESCRIPTION
PURE, WHITE AND FROM ABOVE
THOUGH I DRINK FROM THE CHALICE OF SIN
TAKING ALL OF IT’S DROWNING NECTAR AS IT POURS IN
SLEEP TIGHT
FOR
I STAND ON GUARD FOR THEE.

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