• It comes in without warning.
    And ruins my life with every word.
    I can only wake up each morning.
    Seeing those who have heard.

    It tortures me with an uncontrollable tongue.
    These thoughts are not mine!
    I feel like I have a broken lung.
    I can only complain and wine.

    Is it me or are there others?
    Am I the only one to face such a corrupt self?
    Do all of them speak to their mothers?
    And brush themselves off the shelf?

    Are they at all like me?
    Do they think oh so deep all day?
    Do their eyes open up to see?
    Or are they only in each others way?

    Do they struggle with themselves?
    Am I insane?
    I can only trust the time that tells.
    Am I only fighting the rain?

    It lingers in me and bursts out only doing wrong.
    What can I do but fight to kill?
    At one time I let it “die” with a song.
    But it has returned to take my will.

    A strangle here, a stab there.
    Alas! My foolishness repays me!
    Alas! This doesn’t seem fair!
    How can I fight when I can only see?

    My God
    My Equipper
    My Leader
    My Fortress
    My Life
    My Help
    My Protector
    My Perfect Love