Haunted

Sometimes when I'am alone,
A thought might come disturb me,
Darkened scary turns my room,
And blackened's all I see.
Through window.. evil stares,
And zombie faces gather,
I am besett with cross to bear,
And hearing God's old anger.

For all my good intentions,
It's hard to do what's right,
My soul has dark and sinful wings,
And ego is my flight.
I have a bloody cross to bear,
My weakness is my torment,
I'am nothing but a zombie stare,
An overdrawn statement.

Then in that broken solitude,
A wounded hand appears,
Brings a healing to my feud,
And holds my deepest fears.

~- FS.2002 -~