He stands, with a looming presence,
he awaits what will eventually come;
sorrow, a contrast to his wretched reality
wanting to overthrow what's come undone

The one inside, metaphorical presence
sinister one, I musn’t even try to obey;
you are a, hellish twist to existence, 
with angry words, you listlessly betray

The absence, a void of a presence
Oh God, hear my mortally painful cries
the one who stands, he must oppose,
til death, oh how he continually tries

To the one, relinquishing presence
you shall, never win, but exclusively fail
our arbitration shall be a grand escape
from the monotony of this inner hell