As you sit before me
uncaring as the blind babe
I spill forth the words
with which my lies were made.
I saved myself with sin
that I can never reconcile
though I'm not sure if
I wish I could.
The soul torn asunder
and drowned in black blood
of the champion of my growth
will never be made whole again.
Instead the pieces will float away
in a writhing sea of mistakes
made by men much nobler than I.
Taking for granted the blessings
bestowed upon me by a caring universe
and forgetting my lessons of truth
instilled in my mind as I slept
was my greatest undoing.
For though I say I'm normal
such people dont usually hate with
a violent fervor that could
destroy all they could be.
Am I broken, or your vision shattered?