I'm a living testament to the cost of my sins
My selfish heart stole all of my being within
Of generosity, kindness, honor or the truth
My witness to my vapid being, of no proof
The end, my journey reached final terminus
There was only a drive to finality and justice
I could exist, physically stand and live, but
My flesh was rent, from the lack of concern
The desire for a life of no burdens or pain
