Looking deep within myself
To find the decent me
I so badly want to be
The person I use to be
Thought I found him once
But in fact it was just an illusion
A figment of my imagination
Concocted by my confusion
This path that I travel now
Not tainted but filled with despair
The only comfort that I find
Is that soft sweet voice still near
But it does appear as though
I do not listen well
She tries to guide me closer to heaven
Yet I’m backing up toward hell
From my mind I am sure
That some day I will escape
I just hope that it is soon,
Else it be too late.

 
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