I sit in silence every night.

I let my demons overwhelm me to pass the time.

I want to get better, and I want to be right.

I can't help it that I feel everything.

I embrace it all and let it fly.

It should be locked up, but I let it roam free.

My soul is crying for the smallest drop of sympathy.

Please God.

I'm praying for you to break me.

I just want to be broken so you can save me.

I'm dying for a taste of heaven but my breath is still burning.

Hell's flavor is so strong and addicting.

It's the flavor of something that's hopelessly everlasting.

Sin and it's bittersweet taste won't let me stop thinking.

Eat now or forever hold your peace.

God, the food looks so delicious.

I want it so bad even though I know its aftertaste is vicious.

I can't stand the bland taste of Christianity.

It's killing me with it's overwhelming modesty.

There's no way I can live off of that.

God says he'll help, but I'm still starving.

I'm never satisfied, I want more.

I hear my stomach drop to the floor.

His food quality is not enough but sin's is way too much.

My heart is pounding fast and I know I'm in a rut.

I can't make up my mind.

I don't know what I want.

There's so much temptation... I think I'm gonna throw up.