It hits when i least expect, a spiral of pain.  A ghost with a dagger, to claim what is mine. To defeat him, I fall down a hole, broken again.  It feels like iam fighting myself and my soul won't restrain.  The devil and god raging inside, to duel it out while I wish i wasn't alive.  Ive sealed you away once, yet you've broken out just when i thought i was ok.  Only to steal what is mine, and throw me away.

The devil has finally won, and Ive become numb, I'll have to wait till hes done ****** my soul.  When hes done i can't even feel whole.  For if you knew, you would understand my pain.  Please save me when this is over, even though you can't.  Theres nothing u can do or say my heart's half black and decayed.  And the other half feels likes it's wasting away.  Yet i try and be happy but thats the disease, thats making it hurt to breathe.  

Is this punishment for a past life, am i really that bad of a person, to suffer from their roles.  At least when i push myself down, it quickly goes away, yet i don't feel right when i have to fake what i feel.  I am trying to seal you away, but its hard to try when ive come accustomed to your ways, maybe i should be the one locked away.