Famished and ill,
I take to the pill I can't swallow,
I became adjourned of the fact the guilt of my wrong has me hollow,
Is my sacrifice only a price I pay,?
Is my God another heartbreak away?,
My mind is combusted and in spirals I stay,
Aware and beware of it's uncordinated way,
I can't pray,
My hands over pour with hate,
And I am left with a pond to dry