Where I Stand and Why I Am

The shadows come to rest behind me To trust them is to die as well Where I stand they come upon me Pointing me unto their Hell Am I just a worthless liar? Am I just an imbecile? Would you trust to fall back on me? Trust me not to fall as well? For I am just a worthless fighter A shell of one who once was whole Take skeletons from their graves and Bend the dry bones to my will Where I stand is what I call Hell on a place I've only Known because I've been held back By those who called themselves my friends Take my hand and you will know why Trusting me is so unwise I act upon my nervous impulse And regret it when the passion dies Why I am is not a question Of who or what I have become Nor a question of who I've killed To become what I've become Jesus, won't you smile on me? Show me the path to my fate? Jesus, won't you smile on me? Show me before it's too late Why can't I just erase what I've faced and my scars and my Life that I have left behind and Walk towards a brighter future?