Surrender

I need to retire of my deeper soul search.
I saw a glimpse of the reflection of the deeper me.
That alone was too scary to see.
I need to turn back to the shallow grounds of the life I lead.
Swallow the concepts of what the majority wants life to be.

My pen stays silent my mind came to a full stop.
Talking to myself do I have the ability to clear this up?

Carving lacerations into my own soul because of the wrong I undergo.
I illustrate my demise on paper with my pen as a suicidal weapon.
What I wrote challenged the darker masses deeper in the mind.
They are building a mountain of shadows to cast upon my mere existence.
My arms are down unable to put any resistance.

My pen stays silent my mind came to a full stop.
Talking to myself do I have the ability to clear this up?

My noble thoughts and feelings weren't knights in shining armour.
They where pitiful unarmed peasants nothing more.
The dark forces are at the kingdoms door.
I need help I need an army form a distant shore.
The bashing on the door intensifies.
I see my life speed by in front of my own eyes.
I view the film full of hate, tears and lies.
The tyranny that is leading my life's misery is eating of the seeds the peasants planted for me.
Lashing out with its shining blade it hacks down any good I create.
It molests everything with good intensions.
Turning light into darkness I'm unable to ever forget this.
It spins and spins around every time I look in the eyes of somebody new.
For them I will be the Dark knight that I see in my dreams at night.
I fell on my knees when the gate broke.
Yes indeed I went on my knees while in a dark death choke.
On my knees he crowed me my sinister painful crown.

I surrendered and sealed my fate into the hands of false intensions………….