Lost, and alone..
wandering

I hear the cries for me..
yet I cannot find the source

the tears well up in my eyes..
and tumble down my soft cheeks

the dismal rays of sun..
shine down upon me with an abscence of light

the ground beneath my feet..
trembles with reckoning

and yet still I wander..
away from the cries?

Or am I moving..
towards them?

My innocent lost..
and my sins unrepent

for I am no longer a chylde..
nor am I now a man

and neither shall I be..
for I am cursed

cursed to walk among thee..
as a saint for the damned