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