Disturbed

For every answer I wanted,
You instead answered with a question.
Therefore I fall prey,
To your malevolent suggestions.
Your voice burned so deep inside my mind,
Until there was no peace that I could find.
I seek a savior for my redemption.
At St.Peters gates,
I stand to await my fate,
For i know the mistakes that I have done.
Facing a dead end,
There is no room left to run.
To stay with you and face the truth,
Inward turned,
Far too Disturbed,
To be an Innocent Youth.