Prayer (Feb.19,2007) Poem by juggalette Tiffany ann

she does sleep but yet for awhile....
i feel her with every breath...
waiting to make me the prey yet once again...
she wakes.. she sleeps but for a very short time... for from the prey must she feast....
for her to live... me the prey doth hate the prayer... but then who am i for she's is a part of me.
she takes the very life of me... how longer must i live only to be dead inside... must it is for eternity....? !
can't handle this... i hate that my soul seems to belong to the prayer.... she loathes life... loves to leave me with the taste of death...
someone save me for i cannot save myself... i feel her in my very bones...
the pain is becoming unbearable.... she is eating my life away... and i have no place to hide... i fear that death is soon to be my eternity-for i can no longer fight a fight not for me to win....
for she strips everything of valve to me.... i stand striped, alone, tired, and very little desire to face another day of torture....
just go and let me live.... or just give me death so i can rest... i am so very, very, tired!