Blameless for once,
I sit in bitter repentance
Of sins I neither regret
nor accept for them my sentence.
For I did condemn,
not them,
And I unashamed,
while blamed

Refer to my flaws,
Yet I feel naught in despair.
Apathetically seeking nothing
And the void awaiting me there.
When I could cry,
not die,
I was contrived,
not alive.