Analysis of No one's listening

A glimpse of light I descry.
Faces flash through my mind's eye
Representations of self dignity.
When God's grace once enveloped me.
I reach out to partake.
For I see that it is good.

“Let go of my arms”.

They control me.
Manipulate and contort me.
Too many hands gripping.
Coercing to impel.
For each thirsts to make a
Name for themselves
In their eternal Hell.

Where is my Savior?

Screams reverberate off emptiness.
No one is listening.
Doubt defiles my moral integrity.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Please, God help me.

No one's listening.

My very essence collapses.
Perpetually conforming to the
Hypocrisy of iniquity.
Suppressed, I give up the fight…
Beelzebub will sleep well tonight.