Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Sin

You’re driving me insane.
You’re my pain.
The scars are of you,
My mind just follows to what you say to do.
Before I know it I’m in your hands.
I’m so weak I can’t stand.
I give up and reach for you again.
I give up and you’re the sin.
I long to give you away.
I want everything to be okay.
You’re always going to be a part of my life.
You’re the knife.
You know I’ve tried to let you go.
However, I just don’t want to do so.
My life is nothing more than a maze.
Is that why my mind’s always in a haze?
Knowing I can never truly give you away,
Sometimes I don’t know how I can make it through the day.
One time I will fall and never return,
Maybe one day I will crash and burn

1 comment:

Mike said...

Powerful imagery of the persistent presence of our "thorn in the flesh" (or "knife" in your terms). Hopefully you don't think your life actually is "nothing more than a maze" because, while I agree with the image "life is a maze" (although I hadn't thought about it for a while), I'm not sure I agree with "nothing-but"

You write vividly of the shadows of the heart. Keep it up!