Imprisoned

Why is it so dark in this cold room
Everything I feel is taking me to such a horrible doom
Will I ever make or mend this horror inside
Or will I always be known as the one who lied

The pain is so rapidly accelerating
Again and Again this guilt is inflating
These thoughts are overwhelming!
I desperately need to escape this feeling

Why is it so dark in this cold room
Everything I feel is taking me to such a horrible doom
Will I ever make or mend this horror inside
Or will I always be known as the one who lied

Forever bounded by this relentless cage
When will I be able to turn this page
Forgiveness I can never win
I will always be imprisoned by this sin within

Forever this internal hell torments me
It’s driving me deeper into insanity 
Why am I such a sinful man
Will I ever escape the darkness of who I am

I need to find just one escape from this place
Can’t live with this never ending disgrace
The disappointing looks forever haunt me
I need a Savior that can free me
Can you please come and find me

Why is it so dark in this cold room
Everything I feel is taking me to such a horrible doom
Will I ever make or mend this horror inside
Or will I always be known as the one who lied

Forever bounded by this relentless cage
When will I be able to turn this page
Forgiveness I can never win
I will always be imprisoned by this sin within

I always ask myself why
How could I let this time pass by
Please God save me from this hell
I now realize just how far I’ve fell

Why is it so dark in this cold room
Everything I feel is taking me to such a horrible doom
Will I ever make or mend this horror inside
Or will I always be known as the one who lied
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Lorenz Avatar
July 1, 2012 at 9:44 PM
This one is my favorite. It reminds me of our late night conversations after I've dealt with certain people.... You know, pushed in a corner by the lies I've been told and making myself believe them.
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