No Escape

Pleading fingernails scrape closed door.
Coffin, a room smelling of death,
craving space like addicts crave meth.
Release my soul from hellish war!

Bloodied skin hangs from hands that tore,
seeking release; hope flees the soul,
as strength fails and takes its dark toll,
lost, the person I was before.

Resolve becomes a pussing sore,
ears filled with Satan's taunting voice,
tasting failure, I have no choice.
Red-eyed demons dance at death's core.

Pleading fingernails scrape closed door,
bloodied skin hangs dangling and tore,
resolve becomes a pussing sore.
God, how can you love me no more?

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