Your sunken eyes tell them that you are drained;
A languid presence that you can not explain.
Barely able to defend against the infection;
As it sets in you can sense the acceptance.
Warming halo as you conquer defeat,
but, born anew, words you're forced to repeat.
Until it makes you feel like, YOU. ARE. COMPLETE.
Why must you congregate here?
That's blood in the sand, not tears.
Obliged to live in fear;
Aligned with a voice you can't hear.
An assault on your faith,
The demon that's haunting your dreams,
Is the same one you constantly blame,
And ask a God to step forth and slay.
By any means necessary,
You'll become your worst enemy,
A guarantee: one day you'll BEG. TO. LEAVE.