To Atone

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?