Simple If

My fears lie dead in the night,
But the loving guider whispers reminders in my ear,
Too proud, or maybe too foolish, to fight,
Cheek graced with a single tear,

I walk steadily on the path of rotting denial,
With his fingernails at my back,
I try to say no to the one who is vial,
But it's courage that I lack,

Pain cries out of me,
as my heart hastens in defiance,
If only in hell I could be free,
But the devil isn't set on alliance,

I groan once more as my skin begins to burn,
Like others I fell into his temptation,
He shoves me towards the boiling waters, it is my turn,
As you read in comfort I have written in damnation,

Too far for the existence of hope,
And too gone for me to cope.