Numb, by Abby Fischer Subscribe to rss feed for Abby Fischer

*This poem is not a reflection of truth in any way, but
something I wrote when I was heavily under spiritual
attack*

How quickly can you sell your soul?
And lose all that you thought you were?
Never hoping to be whole
But living in a hazy blur

You know you’re gone
You know he’s won
This battle’s only just begun

Walking where you’ve always been
Could very well be called a sin
But seeing black you know the truth
This is a fight you’ll never win

Numbing cold that won’t decrease
A grip of death he won’t release
Your life, your soul, your breath will cease
And you will know there is no peace

Posted: 2005-12-20 02:00:46 UTC

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2005-12-23 16:17:13Awakening Me
*Shivers* I'm getting chills!

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