Stepping in to perdition God’s got
Me wishing, I was a better person.
Our hells are custom tailored to
Ourselves. I see it when I’m sleeping.
I see the shadows creeping. I see
My soul weeping. I see you bleeding.
Freedom comes but it’s slow and when
Finally arrives you don’t want to go.
Hell is funny that way in never
Getting what you want. I’d rather
Die and not exist than be stuck
Forever like this.
