Combat PTSD look from the inside |
There he stands in the shadows Pulling me into the dark Dragging me deeper into the fire His grasp solid and stark He shows me a past of passion Peeling back my eyelids to see shame He forces me to watch death and despair I see an anger that cannot be tame I am dragged into a city Destroyed by thoughts of pain A city of unearthly evil and creatures The city burns from the oddly destructive rain I scream for help and look for support All I can see is death A very distraught image of the past He starts to speak a sort of shibboleth His voice dark and raspy His tone is serious and feared I tremble at his simple demeanor After all of me he has commandeered Who is this mask creature Who shows me what I fear the most He terrorizes me with my own memories He tortures me with my own ghosts I fall from his grasp Through the earth I soak away I fall into darkness and flames Which quickly becomes a sunny day I jump from my skin and realize In my own bed I lay the whole time This man of my fears were in my head I was persecuted by my own mind The man in my head was pure evil What does he want me to be Then the obvious is prevalent The demon he, He is ME Never to escape my on wit I cannot run from this war I fight the battle within Never to find safe shores I will push on with a smile Knowing tonight again I go to combat With myslef in my mind I fight And from the world, I must hide that. |