.: Purgatory :.

In personal purgatory I look to the ends,
By peaceful repose through smoke-fill lens,
I'd resigned my posture and neglected society
Never sought to conquer that relentless anxiety.

Alone I was prone to devastating thoughts,
That mind of mine was twisted in knots,
So I'd strayed away, and I'd lit my life up,
Then woke and found my good deeds in a cup.

Not yet could I enter, had to erase greater sins,
Then look within for the all purging to begin…

For now, no release has spared me from torment,
All opportunity has passed for change and reformment.
So I pray that you pray, once more, once more,
And I'll wait for the time I'll open heaven's door.