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I
talk the walk when do I walk the talk?
Wherever I go I’m being stalked.
Can’t
escape. Is it too late? Mistakes consume me; look back I can see
them clearly.
Who
is there? Where did this separation
come from?
Did
it come from me? I never wanted this to
be.
He’s
always here, breathing down my neck, with his perfect face, father of a demon
race.
He’s
always telling me to not finish a thing, tripping me up his every opening.
I
can’t stop him, he’s too strong, and I’ve been at his fingertips for so long.
His
breath is still here. It’s not
gone. It’s taking so long to heal.
Two
opposites: one’s Love one’s Hate why is it the lateral that’s my fate?
I
hate to love the Hate but it’s gravity so strong it’s a little too late.
Love
is strong and it’s where I belong but I love Hate for a second and Love is
gone.
For
a moment of pleasure, I feel good, but at what cost or measure?
This
walk is so long why can’t I just love Love and have Hate begone?
Hate
rules the rules of this place nowhere can I escape.
Love has given it to Hate
but Love still says it doesn’t have to be my fate it’s never too late.
Does
this change my walk, how bout my talk?
Do
I live to talk the walk or opposite?
Will
this ever stop, this constant struggle of me being torn?
Even
as I live I’m seeing I’m not the only one worn. Does everyone feel so alone?
In
the end will Love live up to its claim to love no matter my fame, good or bad?
Has
Love been taken advantage of too many times has Love been had?
Can
I call out to one who moves immovably?
One
who stays where He’s always been yet comes to me where I always am.
If
so I’m calling out. Will you let me
out? What about all the fallout?
Whatever I don’t care. I just want out. Do what
can be done or I’m done and out. | 
