Not Here

It echoes over and over inside my head. "I'm not here" The only thought that seems to remain. I don't walk among the world anymore On the legs of the living I am haunted by the looks So empty and sightless Like "I 'm not here" I have faded from the world And prayed to God be set free But it was the devil who answered me And chained me to this faded Half-life existence That isn't life And certainly isn't death For in death's arms I could find restful comfort, But I find no rest I find no comfort Because the arms I find myself in Are the arms of the devil himself.