Again
Even as I feel it slipping I hear the voices roaring back to life I see my mighty wall falling down and fading away . This mask I wear to hold back the venom in my veins it isn’t going away even as I grow weak from the shaking below. my wings are tattered and torn why do I attempt to fly why fight this endless blight. Is there anymore light in this world filled with painted faces and bloody knives and so much venom in my blood the poison in my water is too much to bare. My demons call for me to give in to this anger dwelling in me my angels beg me to keep fighting through this storm but in the end I wonder where I will land.
