Your demons hide,
Within your sight.
You breath to fight,
And fight to survive.

But Survival lurks,
Within the lurch,
Of a tattered Church.

Where restless souls,
Pray for hope,
To one day reach,
A defeatist goal.

A senseless race,
To beat the pace,
In a desperate game.

To be the first,
At god knows what,
Like mice to cheese,
Without a thought.

You run and run,
In an endless race,
Yet you seem forever,
In a circular maze.

This  life, this work,
Is a deep, dark abyss,
Filled with sorrow and dismay.
But if you're lucky,
Even just a bit,
You'll find a shining ray.

A love, the light,
In darkness will make bright,
And carry you across the shore.
Like Charon ferrying your soul.

So hold her tight,
In the darkest of night,
Pray she'll stay,
And free you from this haze.