Write

All I can do is write      
of this same old wreched shriek      
echoing against my inner ears      
of that which my soul speak      
It burns like a loathsome alphabet      
that simply never grows weak      
       
Only God can make it stop      
That I will confess!      
It's tearing my mind apart      
from the faith that I profess      
Such a deliberate cliche      
to a touchless life made mess      
       
All I can do is write      
Of what I have become      
 I fall victim again to profanity      
And it doesn't make me numb      
Chained to outbursts towards life      
which I simply can't escape from      
       
Only God can make this right      
That I came to realize!      
I am the expelled Adam      
and will embrace the same demise      
Looking upon my foresakenness      
and judged by the devil's eyes