Internal
Fought to escape my own existence
I drifted in the void of empty promises
Left my soul in the catacombs of my mind
Begging God it stays lost forever
A soul weighed heavy by its own misunderstood demons
A soul soaked in regret and denial
Relief was found in a blind eye to my pain
Justification found in good deeds done for others
Coping with it all was in bottle of the Divine One’s blood
Searching to repent from my own inevitable damnation
I became caught in my own terrifying game of hide and seek
Running from the “Boogie man” in my mirror
Looking for the resting place of my troubled existence
Just maybe… Not only in death