Titled ,;; Locked in darkness of fear!
In the field of vulture that tear my skin
In a sea which voice its rage upon my fate
Lost in a maze of thorns yet I tear through with scars that held their stance of victory
The songs that came with tales yet hidden within tails laid myths
Scary souls of their vengeful mistakes
Wails of promising smiles
Illusions with vile temptation
I carry a burden with a sour soul, grudges grasped with pitiful wishes
Am I scared?
Yes!
With steps, a block came to existence
A wall came to withstand my furies
Yet a young foul soul is lost without a hand to chase the nightmares away,
She hid underneath her bed
Perhaps the demons will go away in time
Maybe the dawn to rise will shine lights upon them
Pitiful wishes of a sorrowful child
When I saw you in my memories with me now on the front
I realised I am still hiding under my bed
I am still clutching my one eyed teddy bear
These shackles of emotion brought me down on my kneels
I wished to grow, I wished not to be afraid of the dark
Yet here stand a woman in place of her
Six years left to twenty six years
Proud with scars, trophies to displays
A sharped soul shaped with memories
Yet still inside a child resides
Yet still inside she is still knocking
Still afraid of the darkness!
Still shackling a lost hope!
A wicked place she wished to escape
Yet here she is
My sweet pie, you are still locked deep down in there, arent you?
Meaning;
The fear is the fear of life... we all grow up in surroundings that shape who we are now. Some of us withstand adversity, challenges that are thrown to us but still in a narrow escape we carry scars and phobias. We are all scared what tomorrow will bring, what will I be losing tomorrow? Life is our first fear as human beings. Some build their own walls of perfection, we hide our own feelings, are you not tired? How far will the wall without positive foundation withstand the negativity this world throw at you? Why cocoon yourself with negativity when the world is to its fullest with it? I dare you to pause for a moment, and just for once just breathe in and out. I dare you to say thank you to yourself. THANK YOU TO MY SELF: VOID OF MOTION.
