I wake up to this strange feeling
As I look up at the ceiling
A sense of dread
Voices in my head
Everything feels scattered now
Trying to find answers but I don’t know how
How did I get here to this moment
Years of asking for my atonement
I’m lost in a haze
This could go on for days
Thought swirl around inside
And the pain makes me wish I could die
I ask for clarity I ask for mercy
People say things merely heresy
I worry… how can I not
It’s all this weary soul has got
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