No one

So many things in me head, swimming around,
That all gets confusing when I have to stop
And really focus on the ruckus inside.
So many doubts circle my soul and
Regardless of my moral reasoning,
I can't find a soul to tell my secrets to.
And it tears me apart, because there are those,
Who would love nothing more but to see my soul
And wouldn't sell me for anything in the world...
And yet, my closest friends know not my struggle...
They'd surely get lost in the dark emptiness inside.

Service

The thoughts inside my head are so bitter and poisonous,
The biblical snake would shy away from what I have to say,
The doubt in my mind is intoxicating each cell,
And my brain can't seem to function like it has.
I see the demons are back, with their choke-holds,
And I am, once more, at their service.

There

There is anguish bubbling beneath my skin,
My soul screams in bitter agony,
And my mind, my muddy mind,
Is sinking quickly in deadly quicksand!
The rope you throw me only goes so far,
And though I reach for you through tears
Somehow, I just cant touch you.

There is darkness chocking up my heart,
My muscles pierced with deadly spears,
And tears bring the arrows of the dead
To stab me over and over again.
The light you shine on me blinds me,
And I struggle to see you...
There's nothing to do but sink.

There is confusion in my cells,
And each inch of my soul screams in pain...
The thoughts in my mind, a sinner's sentencing
And at your feet, I'd lay my honesty.
The words you scream to me deafen me...
And even if I try to follow your voice,
I soon enough hit a dead end.