It's been way too long,
Since the last time I opened my eyes.
This spell of sleep has been so strong,
And the weeping sun cries where I lie.
The backlashes of my past crashes,
And my mouth stitched tight, fighting for light,
Waiting, waiting, but each second smashes,
Memories that I just want to hold on tight.
I want to hold on,
My balance is rendering so steep,
I want to hold on,
Don't want to let these fragile dreams sleep.
I can't face it,
I have to face it.
Stuck between the guilt and mistakes I fake,
Paralyzed in my ties, that I couldn't realise,
Maybe life wasn't so difficult to take,
To live like like this, somehow my mind flies.
And flies it does.
We say that life is unfair,
Yet the paths we take are what we create,
The questions should state when will I awake,
When will I learn not to hate,
And face all the decisions I make.
When will I stop being the addict I've been.
And be the person I've deeply hid within.
Obligatory, is where I begin,
Ambulatory, is where I always end,
Because of this,
Within these sins and where they begin,
The prison I'm always trapped within.
The laziness, the way I allow it to win,
Has caused me to sleep through each day.
Looking at the calendar,
Four years pissed away in sorrow,
My body walks as awake,
But my eyes are shut to everything worth living.
Trapped inside of this nightmare,
This nightmare,
This invented tribulation
I refuse to wake from,
Asleep, with no one to help me,
But myself.
Asleep I remain.
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Submission Name: Invented Tribulation
