Darkening

I'm falling out of place again trying to hold true to a life I never knew I'm calling my faith pretend as it gets me through another day, I write away in ink blue Ill in tendencies and sick of misery will I invite company to sin with thee I love solitude but 'it' dislikes loneliness Has a mind of its own no control of it as long as I'm inflicted then it lives in me it lives indeed What is it that tempts the weak? is it something wicked or just we don't get it up to us, or was it written in stone well only Lord knows