And if you feel like I do,

then there's an

emptiness inside you.

You can't cure it,

or erase it,

and god knows

you can't replace it.

As it rips your heart

to shreds every night.

You pray to sleep forever

and hope to end the fight...

I once prayed to Jesus,

but he turned tail and left me.

Now the devil is pissed,

and has taken his place,

deep down inside of me.

Where animosity

grows and love destroys.

And bitter has eaten all joy.

A crooked smile doesn't

hide all the rage.

But I work my fingers

to the bone anyway.

A growl from my throat.

It's not mine,

though it matches

my lack of hope.

But I swallow down

the anguish again.

One more day,

without stray,

I fear I'm manifesting

a trend.

Of medication,

and retaliation;

I just want to dream

without demons as friends.

I talked to god

and told him off,

no I'll never be

the same again...

-HMG