The Lit Beacon by Jim Hendrick
I walk down the street with my arm’s dripping red.
I know that there’s no point but that’s who I am.
I wish that someone could see the shadow that burn’s inside of me.
The way it rips at my soul.
Causing this pain that I wish that I had never known.
I see others living this normal life.
Being who they want to be.
And then I stand here living the life of the one almost no one has seen.
I feel the fear of losing all of those who can understand me.
I hold them dear…Will they leave?
As I light the fire…the beacon of my hope, the rains come.
They extinguish the little sparks of flame that have tried to be ignited.
I stand in the depths of hell holding hands with the demons that have held my hand and delivered pain.
I can see the surface…the angels that have looked at me in shame.
Is there anything that I deserve in this life?
I can see the sun brightening my day.
I can feel the lash of the whip on my back…and I laugh.
Wondering why people try….
To keep something like this locked inside.
I pity them….Some people like to think they understand…but do they?
They are nothing but people who want attention as they share false pain and expect to gain something from it.
Those who truly understand can see the fires of hell, burning into their eyes and soul.
It hurts them.
But for me…it’s an everyday activity.
I can stand it but without love one can only take so much without love.
I want to believe that someone truly understands.
I so want to believe.
This soul is slowly burning away….I want someone to understand.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?????
I know that there’s no point but that’s who I am.
I wish that someone could see the shadow that burn’s inside of me.
The way it rips at my soul.
Causing this pain that I wish that I had never known.
I see others living this normal life.
Being who they want to be.
And then I stand here living the life of the one almost no one has seen.
I feel the fear of losing all of those who can understand me.
I hold them dear…Will they leave?
As I light the fire…the beacon of my hope, the rains come.
They extinguish the little sparks of flame that have tried to be ignited.
I stand in the depths of hell holding hands with the demons that have held my hand and delivered pain.
I can see the surface…the angels that have looked at me in shame.
Is there anything that I deserve in this life?
I can see the sun brightening my day.
I can feel the lash of the whip on my back…and I laugh.
Wondering why people try….
To keep something like this locked inside.
I pity them….Some people like to think they understand…but do they?
They are nothing but people who want attention as they share false pain and expect to gain something from it.
Those who truly understand can see the fires of hell, burning into their eyes and soul.
It hurts them.
But for me…it’s an everyday activity.
I can stand it but without love one can only take so much without love.
I want to believe that someone truly understands.
I so want to believe.
This soul is slowly burning away….I want someone to understand.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?????