Nights are long and I'm tired. I have things to do, yet there is nothing. Were has my dreams gone? Sleepless and spitefull to the undeserving. Where did I go wrong? The reflection I seek is now lost in his own world, not looking to be found.
Questions, yet no answers.
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I've killed a man, myself....and yet I feel no remorse. Am I wrong for felling like this?"
To repeat my same story over and over again never to be heard. Ironiclly, those words I speak are only written words, hemmed with percission to penetrate your mind.