Soul Spent

Child on the 'scene', struggling reality
Scars buried deep, spoke silently
Feed my disease; resist the need respectively
Built gradually, constantly
Reflections turning gray, thoughts once seen now start to fade
Promises made, now left to break
Reduction left to cope. Intensified; try to minimize
Votive eyes shine hope; I'm trapped, I'm helpless
Tears of regret; my soul is spent
Shall I forget?
Child on his knees; desperate cries but no one sees
Strung out on the streets, only seventeen
Used to never need; just a child on the 'scene'
I always did believe I could set it free
Tears of regret; my soul is spent
Shall I forget?
Scraping; struggling, I reach towards a helping hand
Sanction; I try to grasp again
Haunting; familiar voices beckon me
"Set me free!"
By ursão#