Deep down in the soul, the abyss stays
Gnawing and gnawing at the core,
The core of the heart, yet the head prays
Because it knows what lays in store.
Oh dear God, let my soul be healed
From all torments and tribulations
From this sorrowful celebration
This soul needs to be sealed.
Its theories hold it bound
Confusion sets it free
And while it seeks direction as a hound
It gallops in a selfish spree.
The destruction that awaits it, it knows
The acceptance of it… well, it shows
This soul, to quit fighting
Finds an end without striving.
By: Osajie B.E.