Withering

I draw near to my hearts content,
and wither in the depth of redemption.
Less I sit here with the devil in one hand,
and watch myself die in my own actions.
For with Lucifer as my right hand man,
and my ambitions being beat to dust.
I can no longer stand for my own self,
but be driven into the ground for lack of trust.

And behold the fire in my depths,
that has been extinguished by my own failure.
Yet to smolder in the ashes of forgiveness,
and watch you ignite yourself with pleasure.
Never will I climb back to the top.
Never will I be able to fall to hell.
So I sit on the bottom withering in defeat.
Never to hear the sounds of heavens bells.