Until then.

I haven't found my place.
And frankly,
I haven't been trying.
I've been fighting these demons
for a long while.
It's always the same.
They wrap their hands around my throat
to see if I will cave.
They drag me through the fires of hell
to watch me squirm,
even if it's just a little.
I'd like to say I'll give up hope,
and I'll give in to their cold hands.
They have laced my coffin with satin
for when they begin again.
They have melted down my tombstone,
and have written in red,
"my time has come,
until we meet again."
Hands all around me,
dripping in sin,
calling for the one
who can't seem to win.
Breathing heavy against my spine,
they slowly grasp what never was mine.
Fear was never the problem,
they handled me with grace.
Chance was never an option,
it all seemed just too fake.
Further now,
just a few more steps.
The weight sinks in
on the burdened land.

But my time has come,
until we meet again.