Doubt

Keep wishing with hands held high
Sending pleas and prayers into the sky
Hoping against hope that the end will come
But watching the light of the rising sun.

Secrets, secrets, a thousand silent dreams
Wash me with blood between my screams
Awaken the demon, awaken the voice
Open the door and leave me no choice

And I will always walk unseen
Between rock wall and evergreen
Seeking the place that I used to know
The origin I left long ago.

My tongue is dry and I can't speak
Do I ask for help and admit I'm weak?
Do I repress the dark and wither away?
I want to die, but should I say?

Fractal decisions based on truth and hope
Believing that the taste won't make me choke
I want to get better and move forward again
But the little voice says, "You're better off dead."