The Gift Of Discernment

Byzantine

I'm drowning in darkness someone shine a light on me
Fixated on the outcome of all
Death whispers denouement the end is clear to me
Coping with sorrow I splinter the last straw

it's been a long, sad day
And this will only make it worse
As devils whisper angels pray
This gift will only be a curse

So this must be my hell but I can not discern
I set sail for Charon my soul the river Styx will burn

It's been a long, sad day
And this will only make it worse
As devils whisper angels pray
This gift will only be a curse

Fire in the hole and glory be to God
Disregard the soul beneath a foot a sod
Bane of my existence and crux of my dismay

I'm washed in the misery bathing the soma
I pray for your mercy to vanquish this coma