Buried Alive

Like a corpse in the ground still breathing,
the spirit of lust seems like a never ending story.
A distorted mindset that never dies
and it continues to haunt my pulsing mind.

My desire to bury this dead beating heart
is overtaking the blood in my arms.
Its coming out of my eyes
and is running down my face
and leaves on my chest a scarlet stain.

Do others see this dead body following me?
I can't seem to get rid of it.
It's creaking bones are all I hear,
especially at night, when it grips my ears.

The fear of it killing me is a nauseating feeling.
It puts a noose around the me and threatens the things I love.
But I can't think straight because of the adrenaline in my veins
and I fall for its demented temptations once again.
 
These dead bones have grown into my spine.
They have controlled my actions and possessed my mind.
My hope is gone with the wind whistling through the cracks
of this once beautiful design.

With what little voice I have left
with what little life still beating in my chest
I cry out to you Lord to bring me back to life
to save the little girl that has lost all hope
before she puts her faith to eternal rest.

Then the sun hit the horizon with a new light
and it reflected on the morning dew.
With it came new hope and a new view.

My bones have new life and new strength
and I can't help but cry
because that night my hope had died
and I lost all sight.
But the Lord heard my faint prayer
and when I had not one more tear,
He woke me up with a heart warming hug
and put new breath in my lungs.