Frozen

Image by Rebekka Guðleifsdóttir

I sit here, frozen, afraid to move

cause for now my inner demons are feeling soothed

cause the cuts let out all of the screams

that plague my existence, that haunt my dreams.

And if I move, I fear they will wake

and that will be more than I can take

cause they'll come out hungry for even more

to cleanse my sins, to settle the score. 

And if I lay down to go to sleep

into my mind, in my dreams they will creep

and in the morning, when I finally awake

another piece of my soul they will surely take.

And I will go again as if all is fine

I'll smile and laugh and the sun will shine

then the darkness will surround me into a fright

and the demons will consume me into the night.

And the thoughts will get crazy, the thoughts will get mean

and my soul will shout, and my spirit will scream

and I'll beg for God's mercy, and for grace I will pray

to make it another minute, to survive another day.