True to self
              I'm on a downhill slope
                             slipping
                                      slipping
                                              slipping again.
Tired of fighting an undeclared battle
                  gripped
                            oh
                              so
                                tightly,
                                      chained.

Stripped to shame, my soul tender and raw
Lamb to the slaughter, i''ll surrender for more.

I know I can stop the pain,
if I will it all away

Yet here i am
         trying to  
                e s c a p e. . .
but content to stay.

Darkness clouding my judgement
    convincing me this -
          everythin, is all okay
and the confusion once subdued,
                 ever
                      so
                        gradually
takes a dark fearsome shape.

The rhyme and reason
of everything that is twisted.
And the once bright light is fading.
Oh, how i miss it...

Now more ever.
The light of reason,
                preaching freedom.
If only im not so blind, _{by choice, mind you,}
I might actually have
the strength of mind
            to make my way through.

I know i can stop the pain
if I will it all away

So why don't I?
content in my struggle,
                 _{content to be a victim.}
Yet im left alone in my darkness
                 with tears I refuse to cry.
Maybe, maybe...
when I see the wisdom
                    in letting
                                it
                                 all
                                   go...
I'll experience the light, joy and freedom                                       
Of a life lived.
Without restriction...



I know i can stop the pain
if i will it all away.
So why dont I....