My penance,
I'm lonely,
I'm tired,
I'm sick.

My heart is
too weak and
too hungry
to tick.

I've found no
great gods, or
great men, or
such things.

Man's angels
are crippled,
I've seen their
dull wings.

My savior's
a fool, who
can run, but
not see.

I'd guess that
she's blind, and
I pray she's
not me.

I'll stumble
I'll wonder,
In hell, I'll
rejoice.

And pray that
I live to
regret each
mad choice.

It's hell where
we're going,
its hell where
we've been.

Lets pray we
Don't choose to
be lonely
again.