I drag my soul to hell where I sell my soul to my creator
and protector. Like a football player, I touch down in a
state of mind that I have never been in before the dawn.
I am numb to my problems and lose grip of reality in the
search of serenity. Sorrowfully, I hold a rope in my hand as
if it is my only last hope because I am having difficulty listening
to the pope. I tie the rope around my neck and check out of this
chaotic life of mine. I continue to knock on heaven's door until I
can unlock the door to Jesus' heart and hit the floor below me.