I have become that which I abhor
Everything evil nothing I adore.
I have brought my own demise
To this, my solid placid door,
And there is the terror in my eyes forevermore.
My hope did drown in mid flight,
Due the lack of Godly fright.
Whom do I serve in this life,
Is it I or something more bright?
Like one who holds life with a little more bite.
The meaning of my life is clear,
When I hold it most dear.
Perhaps a fool am I
But will this fool ever disappear
Or try and buy my filthy conscience clear?