is it A Killing Spree or A Cry For Help

I’m lost in my soul
Looking for a shed of light
Being eaten hole
Caught in the endless fight

Losing my sight
Losing my mind
What is right
How can I find

When I’m confined
By the one known as Christ
I’m outshined
By his heist

And I’ve been sliced
I’ve been sold
I’ve been iced
From the cold

Please just hold
Hold on to me
I was controlled
But now you see

This killing spree
It’s not my fault
I know it’s gutsy
But I will open this vault

So just halt
You can’t stop
This assault