… And as he fell to his knees, trembling, he bent his head in defeat…
The weight of the world crashing down on his shoulders,
with his bare hands,
he wrote in the sand …
“Relentlessly obsessing
over things that makes me tense, and
all the places that dismay me,
all the people that forsake me,
all the faces that disgraced me,
with their smiles I know they’re faking,
holding on, but I keep raking
in, the promises they’re breaking
its getting hard for me to take in,
won’t be long before I cave in,
find me clawing at redemption,
biding time for calm to set in…
Still I am..
Fending off devils and their shadows,
fearful hiding in the narrows
of my mind to find protection,
from the reasons I’m unfit, and
never seeming quite to cut it,
all my trust now gone, I lost it,
gearing up with all my weapons,
warding off all their attacks, and
building walls to my defense, I’m
growing tired. Ever restless…
Why? Don’t you all see,
That none of you see,
What it’s doing, it’s doing…
Why? Won’t you let me be free,
Can’t none of you see,
What it’s doing, it’s doing..
You’re Demons..
All Demons to me…”
Picture modified from Ibrahim El-Salahi’s: ‘Reborn Sounds of Childhood Dreams’
