"HELP ME" I shout loudly "STOP THAT THIEF IN THE NIGHT"
this culprit stole the me that was and left me with this plight....

I used to be so happy, a friend to those that came
now I'm fighting everyday just to try and remain sane!
I used to be so carefree, a zest for life had I
now it seems that all I do is sit around and cry.
I used to be a beacon, for the lost and wayward soul
now I've withdrawn from the world, alone 'til I grow old.

A vibrant spirit I once had, this empty shell is left
somber, devoid of all hope, mind, body, soul bereft.
I now know why the depressed want to lay all day in bed
sleep, a little slice of death, so close to being dead.

The good die young, yet I'm still here, so what does that make me?
Evil, bad, a private joke, just for the Lord to see!
I wonder if He sent him, this bandit with no face
to punish me for all the sins, I've committed in this place?

Another of His angels, come to collect on fees past due
or could it be a minion of an angel He once slew?
A battleground, my soul the prize, or am I being vain?
Regardless who, on me it's used, this instrument called Pain!