Of sin, ghosts and darkness

The ghosts of the past swim before my eyes,

Cornering me like a group of blood thirsty flies,

Old, bygone faces do I see, smiling at me like the leafless branches of a long dead tree,

As slumber-induced dreams and waking reality slowly squeeze all sense of my comprehension,

I wonder whether the past is still worthy of mention,

As the shadows of darkness continue to lengthen,

My despair increases, until even the lion quivers in its den,

Buoyed by my negative thoughts, I seek a way to end my suffering,

When the God of Justice mercilessly whispers, “This is just the beginning”,  

My past misdeeds flash before my very eyes, as all my inner positivity verily dies,

As my sins begin to replay themselves in my head,

I can hear the ghosts of the past leering, “Ah, sinner, it is time thee must join the realm of the dead”,

And thus do I go down into that dark bottomless pit,

Where for eternity shall I sit.