Penance

A distant fog;

Rising about the troubled skies,

The moon's blurry in the cold icy rain

For, the skies did weep;

And I rejoiced, and drank its tears

While I joyfully sacrificed my soul

To the demons of melancholy.

My hive mind; drowning in distress

Still I danced with birds of the night

And invited them into my slumber,

Where my eye sleeps like a child;

Their scarlet-clad embodiment,

Visits me in the night.

I have erred under the dark skies;

Hoping those timid landscapes

Would collect them in a jar,

And feed their throngs of thorns

Into my departed self.

Where my heart and mind

Lay in the cold winter gales

Where no one visits my departed self

But they distantly hoping my soul

Sailed straight to heaven

Whilst, it's trapped in hell,

For the sins it did not err.

While my corrupt heart

And wicked mind rest on the ground

But they gladly erred under the sun;

Whilst my soul was seeking salvation.

I would gladly deliver my heart to hell

For it once but twice fell the throng of lies

And I gladly accept my penance;

To atone for the wicked desires it abided by

And disregard the wonderful scars

It caused my soul.