A Past Unknown

No Strength For The Weak

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Reach down, pull me out of this mess i have created.
Strangled by a lie wrapped in disguise,
Quenching the appetite for a while.
These are remains of a hurt so deep,
Breaking the skin revealing i am weak,
My mind needs reviving.

Get them out, these thoughts that kill me,
I have fallen, pick me up. sanitize this plague filled hole inside,
Rid my mind of the sickness that resides.
I won?t be strong enough to get off the ground,
I am tired, sick of the fall.

My strength is weak, my struggles blister me,
I?m reaching toward the end for new strength to begin.
I won?t collapse with my gaze fixed ahead.
Pull me out, my dead weight drags me down.
What have i done to deserve, your love, has undone, my faults.

Collapsing i can?t keep forcing myself to choke and bleed.
Faceless, swayed by the enemy, i?m not drugged now, try me.
With my face to the ground not a word left to speak, pull me out now.
This is remorse for the hardness in me,
Kill off the appetite, i?ll die to myself inside.

I have not come this far to enslave myself to a death not far off.
I have the remains that aggravate for a while,
But i won?t give into the way they treat, beating the life out of me.
It?s only you who can save me, i?m falling.
My strength is weak, reach down and save me.