Most of us live our lives in our deadly sins. Watching our demons crawl from within trying to find their way out. We are but spiritual being in doubt. The human experience we have, teaches us right from wrong. Melodies of my past plays in my head like a favorite song. I hear the gong and don't witness the bright light. I sorrowfully stand in the rain after every fight. Angels and demons exist here on earth, some play a part in our lives making certain we dont get hurt. Then there are the others that lurk in the night, the scary voices give me a fright. you search for the light and never find it near. Drowing in your sorrows and wishful fears. tears roll down seeing how much pain you've caused. Slowly but surely your eternal path is set. The time shall come when it is your maker that you need met. You bet not with your life, money, or gold. You bet with your soul and fight to keep it each day. You grow weary and weak with every moment that passes away. One day you shall cease to exist. No more pain no more slit wrists. One day you shall see all the good you've done. One day these demons will no longer have their fun.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
