My tired eyes wander down the dark and lonely path. I close my eyes and pray I haven't caused God's wrath. I try to make out the twisting and writhing figures I see as I walk past. They're my inner demons torturing me and they tell me I won't last. I plea for the angels to help me and wrap me in their wings. I yearn to see them at work so I can see what goodness brings. I need a light to shine in the darkness in this forest of this hate. I hope one day the angels come before the demons decide my fate.