Numb

*This poem is not a reflection of truth in any way, but something I wrote when I was heavily under spiritual attack* How quickly can you sell your soul? And lose all that you thought you were? Never hoping to be whole But living in a hazy blur You know you’re gone You know he’s won This battle’s only just begun Walking where you’ve always been Could very well be called a sin But seeing black you know the truth This is a fight you’ll never win Numbing cold that won’t decrease A grip of death he won’t release Your life, your soul, your breath will cease And you will know there is no peace