What you feel is what you believe

Is there a God?
 Some people ask.
Well,it's hard to believe.
The peace has been broken.
Something has taken it away from me.
Something wants me, hates me.
Yet i believe it likes me.
I let myself follow the unseen figure.
The figure of evil instead of good.
It's strangling my real beliefs.
Until there's nothing to believe.
Except for what it tells me.
I'm lost into something like a maze, somewhere in the centre.
It's dark,no way out.
Yet maybe I've blocked the exit and I shall never return.
For It's too late, I've been sold.
Sold to darkness and evil.
It has robbed the good.
But maybe this is it's way of paying it's debts.
I'm lost forever, I ve been bought.
If you can see me.
If you can hear  me.
Then you can feel me.
For I'm cold but indescribable.
For your eyes are the eyes of goodness.
Which beats evil in hateful ways.
Yet evil beats goodness in stronger ways.
To were your too blind to recognize.
Recognize what evil looks like.
I have my answere and you have yours.
But mines the answer you can't understand.
No time for complaining.
No time for explaining.
For if you can describe me.
Then I'm  the closest  friend  you'll  have.
The kind of friend no one has.
No one shall like me.
No one shall fight me.
But some shall try to find me.