Did I lose myself somewhere, did I drop my soul in the bonfires of hell, did I give in to these demons that were scratching on the surface.
I know I fought, I know I prayed, I remember praying, I remember being in the presence of angels who were to protect me, but the demons that wanted my soul were of the purest evil, as dark as the charcoal stain your white garment. Drinking holy water to quench their thirst and using the cross to scratch their backs
Evil that brought fear to the eyes of angels, a kind of evil that made the halos shine a little less, angels and demons in a tug of war for my soul, I felt like I didn’t belong to myself.
I thought I was dying but death is not so daunting when your soul doesn’t belong to you anymore, knives are not so sharp, razors don’t cut too deep and the rope around my neck isn’t so tight.
Written by Billy Paige