Tear off my skin, climb outside,
To escape the captors that imprison my mind;
Depart the body, broken and used,
Dragging my demons, to my soul they fuse.
Extinguishing hope, narrowing view,
Life as I’d known it, over, through;
The life that’s coming, distant, unclear,
Suffocating, breathless, blanketed in fear.
A void widens afore me,
The abyss, it calls my name;
Hell affords its invite,
Another broken soul to claim.
As swirling madness batters,
All that once was good;
My silent scream, echoes,
Throughout an empty wood.
Stripped of all that held me,
Raw flesh angrily exposed;
It’s me and me alone.
Descending through the darkness,
Weighted by my blackened soul;
Praying I find rock bottom,
It’s my only chance to grow.
I will endure the torture,
From the ashes I shall stride;
In the light of a new morning,
I will see with brand new eyes.
Scars no longer angry,
Mere patterns of the past;
Wisdom sealed within them,
To guide along the path.
The sun it always rises,
Shadows never stay;
Persevere through the darkness,
Night holds the promise of day.
Here Comes The Sun – The Beatles