A voice cries out

In the middle of the night.

Trapped in a cell

No moon no light.

 How long have I been here?

How much longer will I stay?

Can scarcely breath,

and the pain wont cease.

It goes on and on,

A  pencil's endless line is drawn

Im praying, begging, screaming,

for this nightmare to leave me now.

I wont give up, thats giving in.

But why this punishment?

My sanity grows thin.

Some days I barely alive

Blood dripping down my sides

In chains I am bound

Will I be found?

 Save me from this dark demention 

But yet none have heard my cry,

Is it over yet?

Will it be over yet?

It goes on and on,

A pencil's endless line is drawn

Im praying, begging, screaming,

for this nightmare to leave me now.

I wont give up, thats giving in.

But why this punishment?

My sanity grows thin.

This poem was actually a set of lyrics I wrote many months ago, but as I have said before, I believe lyrics are a form of poetry. Now I know this is a rather dark piece of writing but the story behind it is actually about my spiritual battle. How I battled my inner and outer demons till i felt, trapped in a dark cell. Life would stay the same, while the same time went on, like a pencil can keep writing. My mentality over the years wavered till I would doubt myself but then realized giving up the battle is just giving in to those demons who want you to consume you. And sometimes I felt the struggles I had were God punishing me for the sins I had committed. But no parents punishes their child out of hate but out of love. So this was my cry to God, in the night.

I hope you like this :) 

Nin