SAINT4SINNERSsineater's blog: "life is hectic"

isolated imprisoned by my own emotion,
laying hollow broken by the vary thing i yearn;
your touch still like fire,
ice still running its course;
why can i not,
be a corpse so this pane could fade;

nothing so sweet as it once seemed,
all their tainted memories and no ears;
to allow these mourning feelings breathe,
i find myself alone the last thing i need;
treading days like a death sentence,
my useless immortality;

unable to end this eteran pentance,
the sin i cannot seem to redeem;
what is it i have done,
that is utterly unatoneable;
please just let me break free,
im now lost in loathing;
with nothing left to dream,
knowing ill only be appointed to disappointment;