Fight It

Old surges fighting for fame and fortune
No telling where the end will come
All work to tell old habits to quit
Takes all types of dedication only prayer can grant
All my life an old habit has controlled me
Smells of change always taken over by smells of old pleasures
Now new deals are made to compensate old deals
For now’s satisfaction
More days of punishment now added
Just to have seconds of gratitude
Now my attitude has to be adjusted to meet new circumstances
But now I don’t know if I would have even made it
Hunger pains hit me, as my brain is not fed
Now I see I’ve been starving myself
And my own demise is in my hands
My self-destruction is evident and no stopping is in view
Non-stop juggernaut is my problem nothing can stand in its way
One thing to stop me is this light that shows why I hide
No longer hidden I see my death
No longer living now and forever
But now death is upon me and I just accept it
Help is far from being called, especially from my lips
Pride holds off this solution
I really see Grim coming now he reaches out
No need to wrestle or tussle with this death that is at hand
But now all I do is wait for his touch
And hope my prayer hits His ear before we touch
Just resisting is hard enough
I don’t have the strength to fight it

One of A Kind

All on my own
Never needing assistance, but always in need
Only if I could come to grips with reality
A one way street waiting for someone going the wrong way
A two-sided coin but both sides different
Born a twin but born years apart form either sibling
One way to charm but many ways to seduce
Only one way to get down but all types of ways to get up to get down
One-sided minds think in six different ways until 1 conclusion is made
This is one off the wall type stuff but it is never ending
Speakers that blast the loudest music is still as loud as a deaf mute
A voice that screams into the darkness that never ends
Only an out of this world experience can stop this weird pain that only hurts when I try to be like everyone else
If only I understood this soul born on my day
If only this soul could be tamed
If I could only let myself see him and explain the rules of this world
Wasted energy as enormous masses of sound collide into eardrums that finally empty out this trash into it surroundings
No one can understand him but his own self but he makes great sense
One time of lifetime events can make a life no longer worthwhile
Stress sounds as if clashing of cymbals into a new babes ear now only one can sound to this deaf ear but its techniques are seen but never to be understood
A bad note only sounds good if it’s in the beginning
Now, all ends on bad notes
As it plays in my ears I can only feel life reflecting on myself
A boss of all but losing a war with itself
A leader that leads from the back for it wants its followers to feel comfortable
Now no longer wanting acceptance just waiting for all to end
Only one truly understands but can’t bring the end until work is done
Now what do I do but end it all no longer solitary
Crowded, scared, and confused
Blending breaks my skin
Causing my soul to leak
So to save my life I must be one of a kind
Only a fool can make sense of foolishness
So I gotta be one of a kind