I Confess my Miseries as Death is Liberty.

I say to myself "I am not afraid of death",
But, with the last breath in my chest,
I'll be left with stress and regrets-
for the goals I could not address,

I lost control of the course I set,
Time could tell I was a train wreck,
Time stood still for me so I couldn't progress,
I became so complacent I wish i could suppress this  mess

Instead I get dressed up,
But, I still can't step up out of my skin,
For the beast in me is too quick to sin,
Too quickly it turns to me versus them,
So the heroine makes me forget who I am,

My face grins while the devil is inside of me-
His lies I will believe,
His eyes  I know deceive,
Oh, the web he weaves is holding me,
Please, let my soul just  leave this worldly body in peace.