In shadows deep, where darkness finds its hold,
I stand alone, where guilt and shame reside.
Within my heart, a tale of sins untold,
I am an awful person, so implied.
In every act, regret does swiftly flow,
As poison courses through my very veins.
With every word, despair begins to grow,
A heavy burden that forever remains.
I\'ve caused such pain, inflicted deep despair,
And left behind a trail of broken hearts.
My soul, consumed by anguish and despair,
A testament to my destructive arts.
But still, I seek redemption\'s gentle grace,
To mend the wounds, and find my rightful place.