Pulled Away

Grabbing on its grip is tight
I’m too weak to even fight
I try to resist
But it insists
That I follow,
That I become hollow
It pulls me along, until I finally give in
Never will I be forgiven of my sin
My colored world is spinning away from me
And now black is all I see
Still being pulled,
I feel all the old
Memories of life
Drifting away
The bad nights spent with the knife
Should have been used to pray
Then maybe I wouldn't have resorted to this, wouldn't have made this mistake
Maybe tomorrow morning I would have actually been awake
But instead, to hell I am being led
My biggest regret, is putting the gun to my head