Walking through a haze of desolation
and depravity as all that’s true and good
around me crumbles into choking dust.
I’m on my knees

The sky is black but isn’t dark enough
for dark is what within me waits to gush
upon a life so torn I cannot even breathe.
I’m on my knees

I am done there’s nothing left to do but
come and take the soul I’ve mutilated
ripped and festering within a tainted shell.
I’m on my knees

The altar bleeds and fallen angels scream
a coda rising seething from beneath
that damns each whisper dropping from my lips.
I’m on my knees