save me from sinister emotions

Slumped over in the corner of a room so dark and cold,
Sweat drips from his dangling hair and he asks himself,
How did these hauntings and sinister emotions get so old?
They're as old as the colorless skin stretched upon his face.
He feels the creatures of the night nibbling on the flesh,
His flesh, and he asks himself how did he end up in this place?
It's all so simple how he sunk into his own prison,
His curse was self-inflictions that were a detriment to his soul.
His indulgent ways, selfish attitudes and love for addiction,
Landed him here in hell where all he can do is pray to God to make him whole.