Regression

They’re reaching out to me,
Telling me they could set me free,
In exchange for just one thing
Enticing me, further within
Promises of power, I am yearning for sin
I let them in
Voices inside my head
Telling me that they’ll never leave
Is this all inside my head, or am I just losing it?
Fighting inside trying to find something to hold them back,
I am fighting for my life
You wanted to see a darker side of me
I’ll start to dig my own fucking grave
Just to get ahead on rotting away
With every passing day
I tell myself, I tell myself I won’t break
But it’s only getting worse,
It’s only getting worse
My innocence is dead