The right path

Desire to get rid of those thoughts,
to shed symptoms of the sickness,
to straighten out this miserable life.

Some can handle and defeat it, they improve.
Some break and sell out, they decline.

I've sold out myself, so easy.
Don't you just see it? Don't you see how much I suffer?

Always trying to find the easiest solution,
not the right path but the easy and painless one.
Always compliant to do anything to find that path,
to sell my soul to the devil and immolate myself.

Choirs of angels and armies of demons were
keeping watch over my every thought, praying for their individual good.
A crucial moment of my life, the moment of immense magnitude.