Centrevill, Va. ,USA
The philanthropy of fallacies
Wraps around dense minds
And resigns itself to your doom.
It consumes your every second
And beckons you to solitude.
It will leave you subdued
Like the cat has your tongue
And your language lays limp.
Your words stray from your mind
Slipping into voids of another's thinking
Your heart plummets and soul
Begins to sinking in your chest.
You begin talking to yourself
As if you were possessed by demons
Confessing sins you forgot.
You examine your body and find scars
From the wars that you have fought.
Battle torn...I am battle torn...