My sin

When I'm all alone,
my eyes see things
that i should never want to see.
and when i do;
I'm transforming myself
into a different me.

then when i stop,
the sinners that live inside me.
are grinning like the devil.
and my conscience
overwhelms my body,
in a guilt invested revel.

and i don't feel,
i don't deserve to live,
and i cut to see me bleed.
i feel like i deserve the pain
and the blood that drips;
i ignore my aching body's pleads.

i wrestle with the devil.
and hope this time ill win
then i might not have to go to hell
if i overcome my sin.