Naysayers

Surrounded by angels without wings
Praying on the mystical power of a sage
I've been in the clutches of the devil's puppet strings
....Just praying to be off this stage

I run away to sooth
And I cut to get through the pain
I pine for the time when I was curable in my youth
And my future was wide open; there wasn't anything I couldn't attain

An obstacle course flooded my life
Left me depressed, a mess, and complex
So I choose to relinquish the beast upon my skin with a knife
I just couldn't see past myself to understand the effects

Let the dead moon rise again
This life of mine, indeed, is chilling and raw
With the convoluted complexities I ask for an amen
.....And yet to my bloody naysayers, I dare you to say aha