Recalling darker days
Hopelessly falling
To the low valleys
Which shaped depression

I remember banging
On the Devils door
Pleading to end this
Undying Nightmare

Thoughts follow
The cruelest of paths
When the light ceases
To touch the soul

The sins of my father
Which long before
Had been repressed
Locked away intentionally

Became the savior
To ill misfortune
An evil to stay
Until dying days

Still whispering
That forked tongue
Persuading a final deed
For I to be, a memory

The daily struggle
Invisible to passersbys
To keep my life
And deny a desire to die