When I look in the mirror, what stares back seems fake
A puppet crafted from my fears and past mistakes
A puppet who's strings are being pulled by the hands of temptation
Love, lust, the flesh's fascination
Like wood, the world chops me down
As weightless as a feather, I fall to the ground
I am then cut with a scalpel, my pieces are discarded
Leaving nothing that used to be, A fortress unguarded
I wash up upon a beach, like so many empty shells
To picked up, and collected by my demons from hell
Nothing but God's great mercy could save my soul
From slowly descending into the pitch Black hole
The black hole that snuffs out the light of which we bleed
The light that longs to shine forth, To be set free