Open Wide the Gates of Hell

There’s something deep inside of me just clawing to get out.
A vicious soul solicitor—to darkness it's devout.
It steals away my happiness, it takes away my joy;
then plays me like an instrument or child’s favorite toy.

 
I fight this battle daily just to keep it all inside,
it tries hard to convince me that it shouldn’t have to hide.
Just what its true intentions are, I really cannot say.
My hair stands at attention every time it comes my way.

 
It rarely lets me sleep at night, although I often plead
in hopes it will remain quiet—I pray it will concede.
Eyes gleaming in the shadows as it watches o'er me,
it giggles in the darkness with a morbid sort of glee.

 
What is this wretched creature that has taken residence
inside my head – I want it dead – I’m losing confidence.
I fight a losing battle to be freed of its desire
to open wide the gates of Hell and toss me in the fire.