Part 1
It ails me here and torments me,
I am a prisoner of my own sin,
I have become the one I want nothing of,
And I must suffer my consequences without release,
I beg for mercy as I crumble numerous times,
But I know that nothing would come for something as worthless as me,
I can't feel anything but pain any longer,
I suffer from lack of communication,
I suffer from lack of purpose,
My soul has torn countless times,
There is no longer any hope,
I must find a way out
Part 2
I've walked miles through my own mind,
There is nothing here to salvage,
Everything of me is useless,
But there seems to be a voice so faint,
It's not in me but around me,
I hear it calling out for help,
With my life so low I feel attractions to this cry,
This wounded scream compels my being,
My soul is dragging me to the victim,
It is an angel with seared wings,
It is out of reach from me but it can see me,
She is lovely farther than any description I can give,
I cannot feel anything but pain any longer,
I ail for this angel and her safety,
I cannot reach her but she can hear me,
I have no experience with love but I feel it,
The scars on my soul seem scarce,
I have been given a blessing in hell,
She is my salvation and I shall risk my soul to be hers
