It's in those sullen moments,
Attacked with cancerous thoughts.
Alone to hear these things aloud,
In Hell he'll surely rot.
It's in these quiet moments,
He ponders what could have been.
He's found his lock; his ball and chain
And yet he seeks again.
It's in those careless moments
He forgets what he has got.
Temptation to act upon
Out-weighs desire to not.
It's in these stupid moments
He loses all he possessed
By drowning those evil voices
With the flask upon his breast.
It's in those final moments
He staggers with heavy thoughts.
No more will he hear these things aloud,
'Cause in Hell he'll surely rot.