Terror strikes you down,
you cry towards heaven.
Why hast thou forsaken me?!

Thrashing limbs and piercing sound,
you wonder if you have mistaken.
Half-heartedly asking to be set free.

You want the chains of bondage tighter,
unshaken from your reverie.
You think you are the victim and brave heroine, nigh.

You are neither.

Dashed your half-dreams are tonight,
knowing not the sound of lfight.
Weighted down by your own heart.

Still trapped in your own illusion,
we call for you,
you turn away.

Straight towards a cliff you're headed.
Still you cry in disarray.
Why have you forsaken me?!

Then from above a voice calls out.
My child, stop.
Go no further.

Rest now and let me heal your pain.
I have a new path set for you.
Now follow me.

But no, our brave "heroine" in her fit of sorrow,
throws aside her rescuer's attempt to save.
And plunges headlong into her own depression.

All the while saying,
He is with me.
I shall wait.

I shall win.
This day you have won.
But I shall prevail.

And all who looked on,
laughed bitterly.
Turning their hats down.

Who would have known.
Who could have foreseen.
That she could be this foolish.

::Written byEve at 3:37 AM::
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