When, Why And How?
I'm standing in line!
Standing strong and tall
This is my final stand
And maybe my final fall.
I smile towards my family
And wish away my friends
I wish they weren't around
When this day could be my end.
I try to look brave
As I step towards the beast
(Inside I'm madly shaking)
Knowing it's waiting for a feast.
I take a deep breath
As it stares through me
I can't help but wonder
What this beast must see.
The spectators can't tell
But it's probing me inside
It's clawing through my soul
To the places my demons hide.
Then it hits it!
Deep inside my weak mind
It's collecting all my memories
Anything that it can find.
I fall to my knees
Too weak to fight any more
I give up, go on, take me
My broken body falls to the floor
The audience watch in disbelief
"Nothing's happened!" they shout
But they will never see
What this pain is about!
The fight is all inside!
Where no one can help you win
And every time it strikes
It breaks you deep within
But the beast isn't finished
Today is not the end
Though I am too weak to fight
It backs down so I can mend.
But I know all its plans
And it may back off for now
But it will strike again
It's just when, why and how?
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