Hell

I'm afraid i'm going to hell  
Demons talk to me  
Are with me always.  
 
I don't like torture and despair  
But they come at me with fantasies  
I can't control it isn't fair.  
 
Turn me on with ideas that  
Would turn my stomach  
In real life.  
 
I've prayed and prayed  
But they won't go away  
I know they can't wait to get there hands on me.  
 
The fantasies they inspire  
I know what they plan for me  
I try so hard.  
 
Though there seems to be evil in me  
I used to think I was light  
Until the devil came in and blackened my days.  
 
I won't give up  
I continue to pray  
I hope like Constantine, I will be given reprieve.  
 
I'm not made for hell  
My soul too kind  
They would utterly consume me.  
 
Watch me beg and plead  
While I die a thousand deaths  
God please hear this prayer of mine.  
 
Free me, by your love divine.