Rise

I am falling deeper and deeper .
The void yearns for my flesh .
Satan with a out stretched arm.
Beckons me closer.
Closer has been all the days of my life .
Flailing into the dark narcotic night .
Closer I lean to listen .
Closer it whispers .
The darkest calls.
As I grow older the end draws near .
All the tears make a puddle flat .
I question the powers to be .
What is it to posses me .
I ask Who animates my flesh .
When will this all end ?
Am I blind to the pressing light?
Have I sold my soul?
Have I tainted the fabric of my existence black?  
I am on the last thread of hope.
The answers are hear .
Before the questions.
I wish I could turn back.
I would of never strayed from the path .
I'd be as clean as the center of glass.
Be friends with yesterday's ghosts .  
I would never look back .
Unless it tells me all the same lies .
I shall forever be a fool .
For now I listen with my eyes.
Hear what I feel .
I feel from the inside .
May my hope not be forever forlorn .
I lay head down one last time .
Take my last breath .
With all my being .
For once can I just rise ?