Rising Up

No matter how low it gets it keeps rising up,
the stabbing pain of failure in my side.

Its funny how the angels keep on singing,
yet the signs of decay always show, no chance to hide.

How come no one can save me,
how come no one can let the light shine.

How come no one can fight all the demons,
that shout, scratch, moan and whine.

No end in sight is my personal hell,
covered by the mask of lies.

Needing help and coming back empty,
no matter how much i try.