It feels
Like walking your own grave
Dark, damp and endless
Feeding on the brave
Rope bound, quenching the soul
Teasing the God given affliction
A Demons yard where games are played
Provoking hope by swaping addiction
Night fades into day
It’s all the same
Time rarely exists
Small slice of the mind game
An Angel holds my hand
Evaporates from my eyes
Now I understand
That all hope,
Is the Devil in disguise
