scourned

Waking up feeling normal, someone at the front, I know its the Devil at the door, ready to run always ready to run. Devils got a hold on me, I was born to lose, i tried to live and win, but the devil allways drags me back, for all for my sins. I cant be normal, I cant think sane, the only outlet I had left me out in the rain, struggling to cope, dieing to live,  this heart once made for loving and forged true now shattered living in this world. Falling apart waiting for peace, angels voices begin to sing, carry me home away from the ugliness, i dont wanna be apart of this place we call our worldly home.