Skin made cell

So dark and wet in my cave;
I welcome this fear; for I am brave. 
Their is no way out of this hell;
For it is our skin made cell. 

To see thoughts that seem so real;
Visions of lies; tangibly I feel. 
Twisted and bent beyond repair;
Leading a life of despair. 

Not to tell what is tail and head;
Lying hopelessly in my nails of bed. 
Staining the floor of my fetish soul;
My fate; no longer  in my control. 

Passing minutes as I bleed out;
Soon to feel life; without a doubt. 
I will see what lies on the other side;
No longer will the lightness hide. 

To see the fury that waits for me;
Only to know what is it I've waited to see. 
Will I see the hand of GOD?
Never to see dark is all most odd. 
Maybe the fury of Satans tongue;
Will it be my friends I'll walk among. 

No riddles I can no more say;
For now it is judgement day.
It wasn't about all of the things I've should;
It was all about the things of good. 

To help the ones that needed a hand;
Will depend on which place I'll land. 
I gave when I had nothing to give;
It was all how I chose to live.