Will I ever be able to condemn again,
Will I ever be able to judge again,
Will I ever be able to laugh again,
the fight is over, I have lost.
truth is gone and all that is left is a monkey face with innocent eyes,
I am so scared, I am so sad, if what my mind produces is true,
if it is not, then I have become, ability to choose, no matter the cost.
This is hopeless this is helpless,
this is unreal, terribly real,
but lined with the most deepest, far gone reality is that of my own, one of hope and creativity one of excellence and tribulation, be GONE DEMONS, BE GONE!!!
