Survivor Syndrome

Shame
I live with my shame
It hangs
Like a dark cloud

Sucks on my spirit
Like a vampire sucks on blood
There’s no protection
From the feelings

Survivor syndrome
I crashed
Crawled from the wreckage
Should never have

Always looking back
Feelings cut and slash
Rewriting the shame
Of being alive

The devil inside
Twists the knife
 Cruelly kisses
With poisonous venom

Just hit the cancel button
Do not rewind
Reliving it
Never makes it easier

In the scheme of things
A fly on the windscreen
The next blot
On clear glass