Sometimes I hate it
Lying in the dark
Wondering what will come of this
But I am the Devil's mark
Engulfed by this black pit
I sit in this atrocity
Never to be freed
A never ending misery
I try to crawl from the pit
Torn, my fingers drip of my sin
I fall back to the bottom
Never to see the light, never to win
The snake slithers at my feet
Hissing with his harsh tongue
Escaping this, a slim feat
These thoughts make me numb
From the darkness I stare
With tired, pained eyes
Sometimes it is to much to bare
But the Devil never denies
From the Dark
Justin Baxley
