Its sharp nails dig into my skin
They scrape and they tear
But i'm stuck within
The grasp getting tighter
Breathing, less common
I try to escape
But the vicious bastard always wins
So I look on the bright side
Like i've been told to do my whole life
I'm not dead yet
I'm not on the streets
I'm in a rut
That these monsters plan to keep
They dig and dig
Until I finally bleed
Now i'm left with no blood
In emptiness, i'm complete
They won't stop until I overcome them
I'm fighting, but there's been no progress
I'm crying, my tears go into their pockets
I'm lying to myself if I think I've got this
I'm a heathen, but i'm praying
I'm hoping, i'm wishing I can get away and
Live a life without fear
Of the fiends preying on my fortune staying
For more than time's mere
Until then i'll be in its constricted grip
Choking as its controlling my every relationship
Hurting while it nourishes itself
Exploring what I can from this couch
My life is on pause for its sake
I can't afford more mistakes
I'll just keep feeding the beast until it's full
Why is money so sinister and cruel?
About the Creator
Ecarg Nosive
I'm a 27 year old writer from Ohio trying to make my passion, my career. Besides writing I enjoy animals, nature, and concerts.
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