Yet To Come

Sometimes, I just want it all to end
The weight of this life dents and bends
Until you’re a shadow of whom you were
And who you are now, you’re not sure

The darkness seeps into your mind
Thoughts of good and evil intertwine
Not knowing right from wrong and sin from prayer
Not knowing who plays you from those who care

Not sure who you are, only knowing who you‘ve been
Forgetting who are cruel, who are friends, who are your kin
Knowing that you have died, in part, if not in whole
Knowing that you have ripped and shredded your soul

And now you are a hollow shell
Knowing you are condemned to hell
Waiting, waiting, for your life to be done
Knowing your time is yet to come