A Past Unknown 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.
