Fallen into the pit of consequences
I am suffering,
I am bleeding
I am crying for help.
As, my master commands
A master who is my creator,
A creator who believes to be my God
A god who wants to run me, control me.
Only the almighty can help me come over it
A light of blessing can only heal me,
A voice of assurance can bring me back to life
A holy touch can only remove my scars.
Waiting for the almighty
Dying for help
Cursing my being,
Lying on the bed of spikes
I am hoping for some miracle to happen.