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