Help!, a voice cries.
Inside an empty shell.
Trapped by hurtful hands.
That hold a piece of hell.
No one really knows, what’s endured.
Life’s like the edge of a double blade sword.
Afraid of the shadows.
To afraid to say no.
What you took can never be replaced.
Now all that’s left is shattered space.
Terrified by the thought of you.
Imprints the mind forever blue.
Sleep has become.
Something that’s rarely done.
Confused about what’s taken place.
Wishing it could be erased.
It’s sad not to feel real love.
Just your version of.
So hurt and ashamed.
Wanting not to be the blame.
Loneliness speaks to no one.
It’s always on the run.
Never able to fully live.
Never forgetting, unable to forgive.
Nothing will be the same.
Must release that which lies deep.
That which was forced to keep.
How quickly power changes hands.
All it took was a firm stand.
Finally free from the grasp of Hell.
Redemption from all there is to tell.