Pounding at the iron gates of my soul
Not being allowed access of admittance or permission to leave - I am tired...
My efforts are ceaseless, but not nearly enough
to satisfy the hungry beast within me - I am afraid...
My life is but ashes now, sitting in a burnt chalice, where evil lurks in the shadows, laughing at me...
And, I am alive, without life...
How does a life full of joy and happiness
become a perilous journey of hate?
And how does a soul - once heaven bound,
Pray for death, as a release?
Our Father who art in Heaven - he is no more...
No more real than my own hell...
Darkness and no answers from prayers
Ah, well, 'tis just as well...
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