I have robbed myself bare
With the belief that I am the exception
Taking everything I love
With no remorse
and no room for redemption

A destined ****** sinner
With the heart of a child
One step from a killer
plagued by her own selfish mind

Moving forward as if all-knowing
And guided from above
But led alone by the fear and the loathing
With the grace of a caged dove

My wicked ways still vile
As I age with the years
But the need for change is deafening
It rings cold through my ears

My heart craves absolution,
peace of mind,
a friend,
or some kind of resolution

But upon finding the love of creation
And the idea of what could be
I ache for the past no longer
For my dove is set free