Tightrope Walk

Some are forced to contend

With impulses held inside

Suppressing all that we are

While problems still multiply

 

Feeling the pull of desire

Instincts we cannot trust

An inescapable need

The call to self-destruct

 

We’re sicker than our secrets

They compound the loss

Cycles being repeated

Faced with a tightrope walk

 

Turning away for good

Like getting blood from a stone

A vice grip on the mind

Never to be let go

 

We’re sicker than our secrets

Can’t act on the thoughts

A condition untreated

No turning this off

Faced with a tightrope walk

 

Undying need, like being caught in a maze

Infected, it poisons the mind

Confined

Only knowing numbered days

The past isn’t far behind

Years go by, and there’s no change

By your actions, you’re defined

Turn the page

The blind lead the blind

Anguish grows, there's no hope to be saved

Search for what we'll never find