The Killing

My scars are bleeding tonight
I can feel the pain
the wind has blown my shelter down
and I wrap my insanity
round me again
my last defence
my only reality
when the known is gone
and I am left
I stand alone yet
it's all been gone such a
long long time -
I only accept that
now and again
for I can't cope with the constant pain
feeling crushed and worn
beaten down
I've lost everything I hold so dear
my present is hard
my future unclear 
and the past shines through with a
light of its own
can't fling it away
can't battle on
when I don't know how
when I don't feel strong
but I know I must
keep my spirit alive
fight against the desert
or I won't survive.
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