Insane

I sit in the dark While the dogs bark. Thinking of my life Of all the strife. The death, hate, Life, and of fate. Death is my friend Hate would have me instead Life is running short Fate continues to contort I think of the living and the dead. The angels and the devil. The living are with me The dead no longer see Angels continue to watch The devil wants to dislodge The good thoughts from me To make me only see The bad in my life The horrible strife. I want the angels to help I continue to yelp I am going insane