Here in the night,
as I feel the inferno,
I stare at the dark
thinking, what is eternal?
The man or the moment,
the act or the reason?
These thoughts fill my head
as I contemplate treason.
When late in the night,
my mind it would wander
to things I have done
and then quickly regretted.
While denying the vices
my life had selected--
I feel what I've done
or have yet to begin,
for the man I've become,
or the man that I've been,
is now caught in a waltz
with an eternal dancer
and courted by death.
If I could see someone
who's been there before me
and traded his soul for a moment of glory.
His penance or mercy - my spirit's debated.
While judged on a scale that's been heavily weighted:
what have I done?
Could there be such a sin
in this man I've become,
in this man that I've been?
Now, call up to God
from the pits very bottom!
I pray He forgives
every sin I've begotten this day.
Black-Angel-001: this is based off all the suicide attempts by Colonel Roy Mustang.