What Lies Beneath

I’ve been weak, trembling as we speak.

I lost my way, never once questioning what they’d say.

Against all odds- I rose to the cause, even before I could see the hell laid out before me.

I was born to swim upstream.

Struggle in silence it seemed.

Rise against the machine.

Yet my mind grew weary, slowly drowning sincerely.

Tempted in sin, I unknowingly let them in.

Consumed in distortion.

Left lost and roaming.

Navigating a hellscape.

A feeling of bondage without escape.

I yearned for feeling.

Sanity instilled with reason.

Blessed with insight, I chased the light.

Growing pains, like ice in my veins.

Open eyes, I can no longer hide.

Messy as it may seem, I must ascend from the dream.

Blissful ignorance, a false sense of security.

Skillfully wrapped in barbed wire and insincerity.

Extinguished at last, I no longer run from my past.

I forgive that naive part of me, who blindly followed a false bill of carnal need.

The indoctrination to the hive, where acceptance grows and sickness thrives.

The darkness can no longer be, when you're conscious of what lingers beneath.