I turn around and round and round,
Finding my soul, caged and bound.
In this darkness as black as night,
I am left to shiver in fear and fright.
A serpent of terror snakes around my neck.
Its fangs sink into me, leaving me a wreck.
As its vile venom courses through my veins,
My sins come back to me, crashing like a train.
I scream in agony, in hurt, in pain,
As the cold daggers of guilt rain,
Cutting and piercing into my bare back,
Unleashing a ruthless, relentless attack.
My voice fails me, turned into whispers.
My frame riddled with cuts and blisters.
My tears gush down my sunken cheeks.
My body convulses, frail and weak.
I bang my fists against the floor
Begging for release, begging for a door
To which I can open and I shall find
My redemption, my sanity and an unbroken mind.