Serena Malcolm

The voices of my weakened soul
Empower forces deep
And threaten to drive the threads of life
Into dark and endless sleep
The voices of my shadowed mind
Have drowned out good intent

But still an echoed conscience thrives
And beckons to repent

A redeemer lives in the bitter blood
That pulses through my veins
A whispered voice amongst the rest
Screams out to cease the pain
And though it is lulled and hushed to sleep
By sinful thought and deed
I know it one day will break through
This voice will set me free