unsure

forced to disturb the rested past
the thought of its awakening
slowly attemps to consume all that i am
thrusting me back to the brink of insanity
now questioning the mirrors image
living in the paranioa of my shadow pursuing me
waiting to retire the egsaustion in asuring comfort
still serenity eludeing this rapiddly depleating soul
as love for self slowly fades into the abys
passionatly i cling to the razor sharp edge of the prophets scripture
desprattly praying that the judgement deserved
has no emediate presence
unknowing not wanting it to be visable anxiety gnaws
pounceing, and pronounceing its grasp
obedience swiftly conforms fortelling the
inadequecy of foolish protest
sucomeing to the exspeariance of fear and failure
having no other alternative
weakness is presented gratefully