Black

Recently, my life has became as black as the night.
No end to my constant sorrow, no end in sight.
If I'm honest with myself, I must admit it is my fault.
When will my downward spiral halt.
I f*ck*d up! I know this now! When will my mistakes end.
Will I ever be redeemed of this almost unforgiveable sin.
What must I do, what must I say,
To achieve the forgiveness of that angel so that I may rest in peace on my last day?
For I am broken; Decaying, I'm slowly falling apart.
I have smashed not only her's, but also my own heart.
I've ripped it out of both of our chests, and threw them to the side.
Now my life is upside down and backwards; turned has the tide.
I am no longer in control, nor are my words heard.
I wish I could escape from this madness, fly away like a bird.
But ever time I try taking off, the wind blows me back.
So my life is as f*ck*d up as the night is black.