My Abyss

The pen has run dry It which used to write gaily Now writes words of sorrow Words of unhappiness The pen is not at fault My hand has control It is the problem Writing of terrible sadness My hand is not at fault I am at fault I do such things Writing of them is a side-effect A side-effect of sin Of horrible time management And poor will-power How will I escape The hole I've dug Shear walls of wrongs Of mistakes and sins Of greed and lust One hope remains The light at the tar of my pit He waits for me with open arms But how do I get out? The only thing I've accomplished Is digging a deeper hole The shovel is easier to use Than to attempt to climb I mount an atack on the wall It falls upon me I become compressed The walls are heavy Failure. I exist to fail. The weight is too great My breath leaves myself I begin to suffocate My suffocation complete I die in my hell My hell of mistakes and sin Of self-destruction