Unborn
As I lay here in the darkness of my conscience my soul empty and bleeding in despair I wonder how things could have been different what could have saved me from this agony that tears me apart on the inside this is my world, my harsh realm far from grace too late to be saved torn away from teachings of eternal life and forgiven sins tormented full of pain eternally condemned as I weep and ask why I envision the glorious wonders that could have been.
As I lay here in the darkness of my conscience my soul empty and bleeding in despair I wonder how things could have been different what could have saved me from this agony that tears me apart on the inside this is my world, my harsh realm far from grace too late to be saved torn away from teachings of eternal life and forgiven sins tormented full of pain eternally condemned as I weep and ask why I envision the glorious wonders that could have been.