Peeking up from underneath,
Good grief for what I have become,
I have become nothing
with the qualities of no one
The crisp darkness peers into my inner being
So skin clinching,
Unfit to focus on what I am Becoming to be

My sins forget me not
But God has already forgot me
Clinched to the darkness he lets me rot

Eyes of devastation shatter like winter winds
Bending and breaking as darkness takes me as his friend
I can begin running,
But he's always one step ahead,
Looking behind his shoulder I'm chasing him*...