Descent into Darkness

Oh, God, I cry, help me in this fight, My heart is weary beneath the fading light. A hollow echo where my spirit once soared, As time, relentless, continues to bore. I’m not made of evil; I promise it’s true, Yet shadows surround me in shades of deep blue. Each tick of the clock drains my hope down the seam, In this endless night, I fear I will dream. Oh, the love that I hold, it's tender and pure, Yet darkness creeps in, lurking near my door. My hands, once gentle, now tremble and ache, Wrestling with urges that make my soul quake. I see her, a vision, an angel divine, But the grip of despair makes me question the line. I can’t bear the thought of bringing her harm, Yet the whispers of madness weave tales of alarm. Please help me, dear God, I’m lost in this fight, Held together by threads, fraying with every night. I struggle, I pray, as I teeter on sin, Wishing for mercy, for a chance to begin. With each passing day, I feel myself slip, Into darkness that clutches with an insatiable grip. But still, in my heart, there’s a flicker of grace, A whisper of hope that I still can embrace. So grant me the strength, let the love in me rise, To shield me from shadows that hide in disguise. For though I am weary, I long to be free, Oh God, please guide me, and help me to see.