Eight Fears
Eight years, filled with eight fears
All of them being a sin.
I have no faith, but that's all it takes
To realise there is no end.
Hate takes energy,
And all of mine is gone.
Maybe I was wrong?
Is running the answer?
Do I listen to love or loss?
Stay at the edge as always?
Can I take a stand,
The first in my life?
Against the one who caused this?
Was he the one
Who made my confusion blossom?
It could have been my deperate love
Of a long~time friend.
Or the strain of unstability,
My own mental "capability".
Maybe my struggle to do what I can,
To live
To survive
To atempt to thrive?
Pulled from my roots,
My world crashing down around me,
The unsuspecting hug of one who doesn't know,
But somehow understands,
The last I have,
The thing I never got rid of,
Eight years, eight fears,
All of them sins.
One;
Gluttony~don't take it if it might make him made.
Two;
Pride~your best isnt good enough.
Three;
Greed~have too much and it will be taken away.
Four;
Lust~the one you want isn't good enough.
Five;
Envy~don't want what you can't have, you'll just complicate things.
Six;
Anger~don't even try, yours can't come close to his, just make him more pissed off.
Seven;
Sloth~hurry up or you'll be sorry.
Eight;
Hope~things will not change. No matter how hard to try. They can't~They won't~They never will.
And I hear the raised voices
It's starting again.
This time when I face them
I'm going to fight back.
This time fear fuels anger,
And I'm plently afraid.
So I can't even guess what's going to happen.
I just hope I live.
All of them being a sin.
I have no faith, but that's all it takes
To realise there is no end.
Hate takes energy,
And all of mine is gone.
Maybe I was wrong?
Is running the answer?
Do I listen to love or loss?
Stay at the edge as always?
Can I take a stand,
The first in my life?
Against the one who caused this?
Was he the one
Who made my confusion blossom?
It could have been my deperate love
Of a long~time friend.
Or the strain of unstability,
My own mental "capability".
Maybe my struggle to do what I can,
To live
To survive
To atempt to thrive?
Pulled from my roots,
My world crashing down around me,
The unsuspecting hug of one who doesn't know,
But somehow understands,
The last I have,
The thing I never got rid of,
Eight years, eight fears,
All of them sins.
One;
Gluttony~don't take it if it might make him made.
Two;
Pride~your best isnt good enough.
Three;
Greed~have too much and it will be taken away.
Four;
Lust~the one you want isn't good enough.
Five;
Envy~don't want what you can't have, you'll just complicate things.
Six;
Anger~don't even try, yours can't come close to his, just make him more pissed off.
Seven;
Sloth~hurry up or you'll be sorry.
Eight;
Hope~things will not change. No matter how hard to try. They can't~They won't~They never will.
And I hear the raised voices
It's starting again.
This time when I face them
I'm going to fight back.
This time fear fuels anger,
And I'm plently afraid.
So I can't even guess what's going to happen.
I just hope I live.