One breath away from a moment too late/By: Haunted Lunacy

Beneath my skin,
Disguised by sin.
Is the me that should have been.

The me that I let go to waste,
The me that I have grown to hate

Am I foe or am I friend,
It hard to know when I'm within.
Will I greet myself with smiling face,
Or with devils hands just bring disgrace.

Will I seek a savior, hit my knees again,
Or sell my soul, make the devil my friend.

So many choices, which one to make.
Always just one breath away from a moment too late.