Psalms

¹ God, you're my last chance of the day. I spend the night on my knees before you.

² take notes on the trouble I'm in.

³ I'm camped on the edge of hell.

⁴ one more statistic, a hopeless case.

⁵ one more body in a stack of corpses, And not so much as a gravestone— I'm a black hole in oblivion.

⁶ sunk me in a pitch-black abyss.

⁷ relentlessly pounded by your waves of anger.

⁸ made me horrible to them. I'm caught in a maze and can't find my way out,

⁹ I call to you, God; all day I call. I wring my hands, I plead for help.

¹⁰ Do ghosts ever join the choirs that praise you?

¹¹ Is your faithful presence noticed in the corridors of hell?

¹² your righteous ways noticed in the Land of No Memory?

¹³ at my prayers every morning, on my knees each daybreak.

¹⁴ Why do you make yourself scarce?

¹⁵ I've taken the worst you can hand out, and I've had it.

¹⁶ I'm bleeding, black and blue.

¹⁷ raining down blows till I'm nearly dead.

¹⁸ the only friend I have left is Darkness.