Fool's Paradise

Oh how I wish to become,

that which I was.

I long to once more be one,

Somewhere I belong, whole and just.

But inside I can feel it

that rejection flows so deft.

My pain is intense and

my reflections bereft.

You see, the evil it grows

and oozes from pores.

As only you should know

how it drips from my festered sores.

But the light upon High

is most gracious indeed.

I long for His Light

before Him I must knee.

The claws thought still dig

and fires they must still burn.

My deal with el Diablo, I wish to renege,

but for my salvation, which way do I turn?

Will these questions be answered,

do those who know tell me lies?

No reprieve in the smallest measure

from this fools paradise.