Sin So Deep
A sin so deep
A wound so wide
The monstrosity that is I
is something I cannot hide.
Even treading upon fire,
the element that purifies all,
cannot wash my blood stained hands,
nor combust my frozen wall.
My peace
is broken.
The sound of silence no more
as screams from an eon ago are spoken.
Memories long buried flashes by,
opening new wounds sealed within time.
Faces, dreams, all so far and yet so close
vanish down the morbid road I chose.
The road not taken
is the road I stroll
tainting all in sight
with the anger in my soul.
My wounds sealed within time
simply breaks and floods.
My heart raptured in red
Sends me a bitter taste of blood.
A sin so deep
a wound so wide
The only way to heal it
is if I die
--Fin