Relapse Regrets

Disappointment coats my dreams, like blight destroys a bloom. Good intentions grow obscene do push me to my doom. Everyone has demons, some shackled, some are caged; but I've been cursed with free ones that would burn me with their rage. The demon canc'rous grown in me digs deep his torturous claws - so the only way I can break free is to pass through Death's dark doors. Yet Life I crave, and Love's pure light - my soul's desire: free. Sad battered, bruised but still I fight with all I have in me. And though my soul's disfigured and weighed down with ugly sin; Jesus made a blind man see - and Faith will help me win.