The
Doubting.
Hang
man, lets out his rope,
Forming
a bow, looping the knot.
Strangle
the flow,
Below,
where love could be seen,
Oh
crazy lover,
What
a night this has been.
I
strongly urge, no-one to feel,
Controlled
by dread, doubts of love.
Lost
under passion,
Somehow,
where my strength had been,
Before
doubt arrived,
I
hope you'll know what I mean?
Courage
fled, ran for the hills,
Took
with it hope, for sanity's dream.
Balanced
on steel,
Cool
to the touch, drawing the crimson,
Fighting
my demon,
Interloping
to death and taking my reason.
Strong
man, gone to the rabble,
Eaten
by monsters, feasting on evil.
Rancid
in mind,
Deafening,
rousing no tender response,
My
crazy reasons,
Are
something that nobody else wants.
Pale
skin, sullen for the trauma,
Body
racked and twisted, fallen again.
Causing
this riot,
Addiction,
that I cannot hold onto,
The
candle flickers,
Despite
knowing that I'll always want you.
Lights
going out, darkness surrounds me,
Fumbling
with better, sounder reasons.
Tipping
the scales,
In
the direction, always heavily left,
Discovers
the causes,
Of
all the whys, I am always bereft.
A
weakness, inside the void of mind,
Spills
over reality, destroying soundness.
Properly
lost now,
Demented,
the madness of this soul,
Stealing
a capacity,
To
be aware of what made me whole.
Quantifying,
leads to more insanity,
Rationality
is weak, under this mountain.
Man
of love,
Struggles
to, remain in charge of life,
Tested
in faith,
Dangling
his manhood over that knife.
No
certainty, will come to save me,
Unless
I know you, over some time.
Escaping
is freedom,
Release,
but for a while I can rest,
Being
in love,
Is
not the easier option, to this I attest.
