I try, I try, a little bit of me gone.
i try, I try, so i can belong. i try and i try,
so i can be well.
i try, dear God, why am i in hell?
I try & try to no avail,
stuck in a dungeon,
where no good can prevail.
forced to survive when I’m struck
like a leper, blemished in spirit
feeling like old leather.
Trying to eek out my best form of life,
looking for hope, pleading to thrive.
jumping from one thing with the hope to improve,
then to another, while feeling my dues.
is my sins in a past life, cursing me in this?
is it to much to ask, for a pardon,
a kiss? is it the point that surely i miss?
or is it sharp like glass, a forked tongue
a dark tryst.
Slowly onward i crawl through the mud
pulling my body a long in its blood.
dragging my corpse which is all but decayed,
seeking that water of life that i prayed,
seeking an end to this unholy tirade,
an end with no beginning, a darkness
with no shade.