No Strength For The Weak

Reach down, pull me out of this mess i have created.

Strangled by a lie wrapped in disguise,

Quenching the appetite for a while.

These are remains of a hurt so deep,

Breaking the skin revealing i am weak,

My mind needs reviving.

Get them out, these thoughts that kill me,

I have fallen, pick me up. sanitize this plague filled hole inside,

Rid my mind of the sickness that resides.

I won’t be strong enough to get off the ground,

I am tired, sick of the fall.

My strength is weak, my struggles blister me,

I’m reaching toward the end for new strength to begin.

I won’t collapse with my gaze fixed ahead.

Pull me out, my dead weight drags me down.

What have i done to deserve, your love, has undone, my faults.

Collapsing i can’t keep forcing myself to choke and bleed.

Faceless, swayed by the enemy, i’m not drugged now, try me.

With my face to the ground not a word left to speak, pull me out now.

This is remorse for the hardness in me,

Kill off the appetite, i’ll die to myself inside.

I have not come this far to enslave myself to a death not far off.

I have the remains that aggravate for a while,

But i won’t give into the way they treat, beating the life out of me.

It’s only you who can save me, i’m falling.

My strength is weak, reach down and save me.