Driven to insanity,
I hold on tight,
To a feeling that haunts me,
Every day, every night.

The voices that echo,
Deep within my head.
Continually fighting,
I am stricken with dread.

And my heart breaks...
It begins again...
This never-ending cycle,
That I'm accustom living in.

Lost in a maze,
That is my  mind,
Only dead ends,
Leaving nothing behind.

Will this lost creature,
Ever be found?
Who will listen,
If they never hear a sound?

Can't change the fact,
That I'll forever be,
This sick & twisted person,
Hidden deep within me.

Can't you see,
A False Saint,
Is worse than,
An Open Sinner, like me.