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.