semi-deadpoet

Sinner Sinner With No Winner

Hey God,

It\'s me:

Your favorite nobody;

The damnation of your creation - 

Who\'s hearts I forever tear, 

With my razor teeth always bare.

 

Hey God,

It\'s me:

The ghost you can\'t see;

With his heart on his sleeve -

Always asking to bleed,

Always having to plead.