Atone.

Deep in the darkness of my unstable mind, thoughts are emerging that are inhumanly unkind.

Thoughts of torture pain and death, make me gasp to regain my breath.

I try to fight these thoughts so sick, that are sent from below by a being named old nick.

When I think I am winning things suddenly change, and my thoughts return to evil sinning.

My pores do wet, my body does ache, my soulful eyes do die, not cry.

Deep in the darkness of my unstable mind, peace and goodness are hard to find.

Help I shout, why don't you leave me alone.

No I hear, I am here to atone.