Black shadows instead of transparent shadows
Double vision instead of a focused vision
Rot smell instead of a soothing smell
A stone between the middle of my cranium
A God and a Devil on both shoulders; starring
Thy ears hearing death instead of logic
My faith is now known to be as death
What’s this doctor? I don’t have a cure? but wait! aren’t you a doctor? Science doesn’t believe in a God, so please cure me!
I’m spiritually dying?
Double glances at heaven and hell; I begin to see
I beg you not to blow on that spiritual trumpet! I still need time to repent Lord
Take my Illness away… I’d like to have a new soul without dying
God: Be free my Daughter
Me: Free from you?
Mind: Doubts to death