My shame is mine, and mine alone
My sins are mine, and mine to atone
I am the child, born of dark
When the sun falls into the earth
My blood is nasty, foul and vile
But it runs into the river, and gleams into the night
The blade I used to open my wounds, dare not I underestimate it’s might
It was my actions, and mine to blame
The little boy I once was, died with my name
I hurt and I harmed, like a demon from hell
So where was I, when the heavens fell?
It fell from the sky, and laid my life to waste
And I failed to recover, with a lack of haste
When all was said and done, I was left with rubble
Like the ashes of a burning, there was nothing to worth saving
And it was only my fault, and I could never atone
For my shame, is mine alone
I hurt so much, and gained so little
And I’m left with myself, questions sprinting through my head
When the heavens fell, it should’ve been me laid to waste
Everything I loved now gone; like a black hole swallowing the earth
There’s nothing left in this void; not even the one in my heart
And no matter how hard I try, I can never fill it
Yet, one question remains, and one in particular
What is the measure of a man, who remembers when he first bled?
When he who has nothing, and is all alone
What is the measure of a man, who only remembers himself when he was first bleeding?