Death to My Soul

Death to My Soul                             October 15, 2004

A bright full moon 

At midnight tonight 

Might just make the Devil 

Tear right out of me 

In my sleep. 

A soul so tortured as I 

Won't be competent enough 

To combat the inner creature 

Consuming on my heart, and thus, 

I might as well take 

Another swig of Jack Daniel's 

And numb myself further 

From the tortures of the night. 

No matter where I run, 

Ghosts greet me with their presence, 

With balls and chains with which 

To shackle my feet. 

Death to my soul? Perhaps, 

For its candle was blown out 

A long time ago, 

When darkness inundated my soul. 

I wheeze as I gasp for air, 

And see myself grimace on the walls 

In this room full of mirrors, 

As I experience my ultimate demise: 

The descent down 

Into the bowels of hell.