This life shows no mercy,
selfish emptiness and d**h is all it offers.
There is a place where I want to wander,
a place without confusion.
A place where I gain control over the nothingness.
The nothingness that devours my pitiful soul.
Suffocating my will to be alive.
The hollowness screaming in my face,
not leaving regardless
of how loudly I scream back.
The voice reminds of my worthlessness.
I know despite the lies is speaks the truth.
I live, although in some way I'm dead.
My struggle in neither against human flesh and blood,
nor against the forces of the unseen world.
The battle is my own, and my strength fades,
I carry myself on my shoulders.
Inner peace cannot be found in this physical world.
A man can live his whole life with pleasure
but when life has reached he end of the line
you must ask yourself what purpose life had.
Over and over the lies shatter my thoughts.
Was I meant to live here on the brink of madness?
I pa** it on to You.
There is a place where I want to wander,
a place without confusion.
A place where You are in control.
There is a name I whisper over this dark ocean,
a name that gives me peace.
(1 Pet. 1:18-19)