Divine Comfort
My mind that was once bombarded by suicide
seems that it has finally subside
as the synthoms of my bipolar collide .
Where will I go when i die, my God it has to be
better than here
My Father God is it me that you hear
or is it the shell of what used to be...
Tears of my past turn to anger
i can only pray I wont be a danger
So one more gallon of rum I swallow
Can my brain be more shallow and hallow?
Drunken memories always seem better than the sober
i dont know why, maybe the alcohol took over ...
As I regain my consciensness
I cry in agony, shame, and pain, why me and why am I doing this??
Divine comfort is what i crave, what i seek, what I need
i never had it as a child
why cant i have it now...
I cry, beg, plead and bleed...
A divine comfort is what i see
and seek when i look in your eyes
as you hold me and rub me to sleep
as your kind gestures strike my inner soul oh so deep
so deep that it greatly intrigues me