“Purgatory”
My hearts turn cold my life’s faded grey.
No peace, or comfort, or any sense of life resides in me.
Barren I am like wide open plains, no growth of life or happiness.
Just emptiness of a life, my prison.
I am my Judge and condemned am I for my Sins.
Im shackled and bound never to be free.
As a numbness covers me, I feel no love
or, is there really such a thing.
Only from God I know, but covered with guilt and shame
I’ve turned away for I’m divided within myself
As a war rages for my soul.
Only God or Death will deliver me from this prison
I have created, and then my soul will be set free.