Between Heaven and Hell
I am drowning within myself
But dying without
Slowly deteriorating in this madness
Of headaches and hellhounds and heartsick savages
That long only for the secrets within my spirit.
I would ask that my demons let me sleep
Only to be plagued with nightmares every time I shut my eyes.
Should I pray for forgiveness?
Do I believe in God?
And that’s why
Tears have been shed on my mortal soul.
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