Eugene S.

Revolving Door

The pulling strings
Attached to my soul
My wards are no match
I have no control

To give in to it
Fall into that hole
Swallowed in darkness
Oh pitiful soul

To reap it\'s reward
Be filled with its joy
A moment to sate
It\'s intended ploy

A lure to a trap
That seeks to destroy
The hope I have left
A torn ragged toy

Releasing it\'s grip
On my battered soul
I climb to the light
From out of the hole

Into a new world
With hopes of control
Until the bell rings
The toll of my soul