Hell through my Eyes

Hell through my Eyes

How best to kill the wraith that dwells inside?
This song of all endings, playing from my heart
The lyrics plague, leaving aftertaste so tart
I pray and lie, in my head I can’t hide
Tears and hollow misery none can bide
This is torment eternal, Hell in part
The wounds are yet fresh, bloodletting as art
This is not death, just a life ill applied
But if fixation dwells on the obscene
How am I to laugh if Heaven prevails?
It is not my place to know, I can tell
This is how I make sense of what I’ve seen
The answer is spelled with two boards, three nails
If He views through my eyes, He has seen Hell