Jashin

Inside I am dying, growing weaker.
He shows me these dark sercets,
These desires..
I always get burned in his constant fires.
I've grown to see it all in
Grays and blacks.
I stopped trying to fight back.
I have tried to keep him contained,
But he keeps clawing,
His nails dig in and
Brings up every lie, every sin.
My eyes hold silent screams,
He never leaves me, he even haunts my dreams.
He's drowning me in my own blood..
I'm getting slower, my thoughts begin to flood.
I'm now dying. Be it Heaven or
Be it Hell,
Which ever I am sent to,
I'll never get well.