It doesn't mean it'll erase the stain
A million holy people giving prayers
Couldn't help nor absolve my guilt
I linger in the echoes of my madness
I know that dreams don't wait forever
There's nothing that can stop the pain
Existence gave me this empty stare
Because hope cannot be rebuilt
Black is my life, upon a black canvas
There is nothing left but breaking
This is not an apology
It is my statement of being
“A sick thought can devour the body's
flesh more than fever or consumption.”
