Walk The Line.

My inner thoughts darker and colder than a winters night.
Their aggressive assault on my empathy my soul can not fight.
I am walking through a dark tunnel without an end and a saving light.
My ears hear voices but my eyes see no one there.
But i know in the darkness evil at me does stare.
Am i on the highway to hell.
Christ into the abyss i have fell.
All around i smell the stench of death.
Close up i smell the stench of evils breath.
My inner thoughts have now engulfed my soul.
I am like a tormented goldfish swimming round and round but going nowhere in a tiny fishbowl.
Lost that’s what i am.
No one for my soul does give a damn.
I walk that’s all i can do.
My inner thoughts dark and cold and depressingly blue.