Death and despair consumes my soul.
The fires of hell call me home.
To live or to die, a choice to make,
Saving me from myself, a saving grace?

The anguish of darkness shadows me,
Where I am bound in chains, not free.
With no where to follow, or be led.
The burden of evil is not shed.

Cries from my heart to know the truth.
Somewhere there must be something new
To escape the madness of this veil,
And to pass the nightmare of this tale

My demons return with fullness of force,
To ride my soul like a broken horse,
To torment my mind and thoughts within;
Never to let rest, or the freedom from sin.

The spirit of guilt and spirit of lust
Continue to devour the only trust.
The raging battle of bad versus good
and the unending fight for my livelihood.