Greg The Hero Bryn Mawr
Hands of a shapeless entity reach out and rip at me picking at the
Flaws which only make me human...
Seemingly thrusted into a complication, one larger than I could begin to comprehend
An infinite hold, a vice of sorrow, holds me in place
A constant choke killing off my life force
My veins constrict my bones leaving me frozen in place
I can't believe what my eyes are seeing…..I can't believe it
Anguish is the anchor around my neck
I feel my sorrows weigh me down. It takes hold with enormity
My eyes are blinded to the good in this world. They search hard but
All is in vanity
I'm at my weakest but there is strength to rise, strength to regain
Rebuild