5When I've fought so gallantly
to stop it;
from entering my gates.
They seem to just sway right in,
no questions asked,
and nothing said,
it just whispers to me,
telling me what I want to hear,
until I realize its all wrong,
I open my closed eyes,
and see nothing,
the burning sweat
pouring down my hair.
I grip hard with my hands
onto this gate,
guarding and blocking evil,
pushing it closed,
with all my might.
Making sure,
no more evil thoughts
enter in ever again.
But they always surprise me,
breaking down my gate with all
of their hatred,
jumping and tackling me,
taking over my veins,
making me suffer.
Crying tremendous
amounts of pain.
When will the torture end?
this stupid cycle
happens every day
my bruised vision
can no longer hide inside.
Because they have taken over
the entire system.
Do I have enough strength
to repel their power?
To raise my fists up high
and scream with all my might,
"My soul is pure and good,
and you shall never take it from me!"
the rising echo
shakes the entire foundation
of my thoughts,
shattering them into trillions of pieces,
frightening the evil out of my soul,
sending it flying far away from me.
Taking a deep breath of fresh air,
regaining my strength,
rebuilding the lost pieces,
I know they will return.