Battle Cry

Do you hear my battle cry?

Longing for the ones who have said goodbye.

Yelling out in anger and despair for I just want one more lullaby.

Yet all I can ask is why?

Why take the people who mean the most?

That’s like shooting down the soul and cooking it til it’s burnt toast.

Walking in and out before getting too close

As they turn into ghosts.

That’s what I am used to no matter the coast.

So I have learned to keep my distance.

Than no one will get hurt, not knowing my existence.

Too scared because someone may show resistance.

Do you hear my battle cry?

I long for the support of an ally.

Where me as a person can’t be denied.

So how do I defy this insecurity of mine where I no longer hide?

For if my pride gets in the way no one will ever come to my aid.

And I will have lived a story that only fades.

Maybe if my struggle is conveyed,

I may be able to help someone in their crusade?

But if I seek to end the dismay, I am more likely to be betrayed.

I want that feeling of the past to continue its decay.

This is my battle cry.

The battle of “Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde.”

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