My life itself has become a chore,
In which I'm forced to abandon hope
And hang my soul up at the door.
Fear, panic, weakness mix,
Setting fire to my veins.
I've fallen for his tricks -
And I can't believe it,
Can't trust myself.
I let the pieces fit,
Fall into place without a crease;
I didn't see the problems,
Only saw the peace
In a world that once told my fate
To be hateful, hectic;
And forced it to sedate,
Settle down for my sake,
Shining a light in darkness,
Allowing me to see through fake
To capture what was really there,
Show me terrible truths
And clear the air.
I accepted it all without a blink,
And yet, so easily,
I lost it all within a wink,
No more time than that; no more,
And there, my family gone,
My friends abandoned at the door.
Not just them, but something more,
I turned my back on the world,
And hung my soul up at the door.
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This actually goes along with part of the novel I'm writing (can be found in fantasy novels, woot, woot). Part of it was inspired by a book by the name of "The Wolf And The Sheepdog" (John Smith)... The voice here is Diego's, on the chance that you've read part of my novel.
End ramble. ;D Critiques and reviews loved. It's not the best, I'm sure I can do better, but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless.
Edit: Thanks for the reviews. I realize that it won't make too much sense for those who don't know the story but figured I'd post it anyway. Just FYI, I am not writing about my own emotions... o.o'
