If there is nothing less, I will get what I deserve, even if the world is unfair.
I know that I am wicked
No one needs to care, where I might spend my eternity. I might endlessly walk, separating me from deity.
I have none to blame, but me.
No way to even survive or to find sleep. My heart is locked, a diary full of secrets.
My mind is reminded of all my bitter regrets. I try to smile when the pain is great.
I try to be aware, I might forever sleep in my grave. So now I wait
Will I be redeemed or will I linger so frigid and broken in this fetid place
