Satin's Chariot

I have written my life in pen, and it cannot be erased.

My head pounds with the hangover,
and I'm running through the streets.
There's nowhere to hide, no one in sight,
just me and my horrid dreams.

My vision swims, and pain fills my heart.
There is no turning around...
I've made my decision, with insane precision...
Jumping down, down, down...

My legs pump severely,
copper pistons pounding,
hitting the ground with anger,
fear, sweat, adrenaline...

Concrete meets bare foot,
slapping with angry stings and welts...
Each step closer, and closer,
My heart melts with everything I've felt.

Wind rushing through my hair,
blood coursing through my constricted veins...
I hate, I breathe, and I'm rushing to death...
Stepping on Lucifer's chariot, taking hold of the reins.

I meet the bridge, the water rushes.
I teeter over, deployed to launch...
I lean and I fall, on the riverbed I crawl.
And water fills my lungs.

I splutter and cough,
but smile as well.
Inhale icy water, I don't falter-
And my body's dead.

My body finds my mind,
in the dense and cruel Hell.
I smile, for I've won-
My fears and grievances quell.

Satin's chariot awaits.
I do not run, as I've done before.
I walk, and I talk with the devil.

YOU HAVE WON, MY GIRL.

i know i have won, lucifer.

BUT WHERE TO NOW? WHERE WILL YOU RUN WITH NOWHERE TO GO?

i run no more. here is my only fear,

and i meet it,

to ride on your chariot.

THERE IS PAIN HERE.
THERE IS FEAR.
GRIEF.

And I've made a wrong move,
written in pen,
so here I'll stay,
for I cannot win