The Struggle

There's no out of this life... so I got to try to keep on track
But as much as I try I just can't get this world off my back ,
From a struggle within, knowing that this anger presides
Deceiving, misleading, and I'm feeling trapped by the lies ,
Facing my own demons forced to put the fears aside
Tormented and haunted by a life that feels falsified ,
See a light in the distance hoping it's meant for my eyes
Pursuing it further to wake before it leaves me and dies ,
Thinking and believing that by then I'll be able to rise
But in the back of my mind a thought of my demise ,
Will the questions overcome me and drain my essence
Will anyone cry for my soul by the time of it's absence ,
Answers meaning less to me now than when I started
The hollowness of it all revealing I've already departed ,
My struggle presides but not one of the world I live in
No, only against myself and this endless desire to give in . . . . .