so innocently blasé
you skipped along
the Green Mile
humming our song

so unpretentious
you murmed words
not meant for the universe
but it heard

Regretfull sins,
they clung
to your back
the screams
of the innocents
from a damaged throat
they lack

a voice in the distance
just a face pinched
in fear
they most certainly don't
want to hear

I'm sorry

Walk on forward
toward your fate
you will never be
nothing, but late

don't say a word
as you catch their eye
sorry is not good enough
but as you die

*Take one second
to bleed from their vein
if nothing else
they may be born again