Poetry

How long will this continue to last, 
When my heart and soul is in debt, 
Life slowly finds its reassurance to fade, 
Because for me there is nothing left, 

One mistake becomes a virtue, 
A key to my remedy on my own death, 
Seems as my life holds on to one thing, 
The feeling I have as I take a final breath, 

Oh take my pain and reverse it, 
Considering dreams become a sinful vision, 
A life that I can no longer lead, 
But a dream that turned in to a survivalist mission, 

Vitality is its own threshold, 
A domineering consequence too vile, 
Possess me with thoughts of my own death, 
That I have seeked since the beginning as a child, 

Oh hold me now, 
For sinister thoughts I'd pray, 
My sins cannot take no more, 
Merciful demons continue to pave my way, 

Grab my hand and go on, 
For me, there is no more, 
A world so red through a demonic mind, 
Life could only seek one door, 

Baffled through my own bewilderment, 
Seeking to what shall be lost, 
I rest my name, my heart and soul, 
Stories beneath that unheaven cross, 

Blaze me to the ashes, 
Release my inner ambitions, 
For life has no more tales, 
A meaning to my true definition, 

Oh hurt me so, yet bleed, 
Because what I have shall fade, 
No more anomalies in this forsaken life, 
For my light found its undoubtful shade.