I am a prisoner.
Endless pain, only the pure.
Plagued and sick, I envy release.
Tortured and driven, I fall to my knees.
Is this what I've become?
A glutton for punishment?
The dark days, the ones we regret.
Thoughts of beyond are haunting, yet pleasuring.
The devil calls out for me to agress.
The devil calls out for me to attest.
Suffering.
My faith is suffering.
Wasting away.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI