Recovery

January 25, 2011
your demons come out to play
and live to see another day
they prey on you wish to keep them at bay
they mold you mind like clay
till your eyes see nothing, just a faze
that drives you into a craze
till your life becomes like a daze

hang your demons up to dry
demons seem to make me cry
as much as I’d like to lie
I wish I could buy
this excuse that i try

for this illness runs way too deep
it seemed to creep
on the fraying edges that have become my mind
I wish I could leap
from this life that has become mine
its too much of a fragile line
healthy and sick is way too fine
so let us dine and feast
on my cruel mind playing tricks
because recovery is just building bricks
over what you refuse to fix





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