I wish I could go back.
The things I’d change are too many to count.
But time waits for no one.
Now it’s far too late for someone like me.

Frustration born from my own discontent turned me into a different person.
My anger became a fire burning all who tried to come close.
In misdirected rage I lashed out at those trying to aid me in my struggles.
Pain, failure, and loss birthed a demon within me.

I wish I could say sorry to those I hurt.
I wish I could mend the hearts I’ve broken
These sentiments now mean nothing.
My repentance has come far too late.

Now I feel the flames searing my skin.
My body is slowly turning to ashes.
I can barely open my eyes but I manage.
The eyes of Satan, my last sight.
They penetrate my soul as he gazes at me from behind hell’s gates.