A Sinner's Soul
I felt myself slipping into Darkness a long time ago
and I didn't cry for help.
I should have cried for help,
but Pride told me I could save myself.
He took my hand in his and
he led me through the Darkness,
a place where lifeless souls roam
and adderall and alcohol came in abundance.
He said these substances were necessary
for dead souls like mine to function.
He introduced me to his friends:
Anxiety, Loneliness and Lust.
They said they'll never leave me alone,
that together they'll guide me through the Darkness
and in them I could put my trust.
Lust told me to lie and manipulate men
into giving me their bodies
because mine was worthless anyway.
Anxiety told me that fear brings life to my dead soul
and the attacks should be embraced.
Loneliness never said much; he just lurked in the shadows
occasionally revealing himself to remind me
that he always follows.
And with each bitter pill and every burning sip
I became more accustomed to my existence in an abyss
too far into Darkness, I could not return because of my unworthiness
I was a rotten soul, merely an essence of nothingness
a shadow of a long gone spirit, a manifestation of Sin.