The one who owes, or rather seeks redemption – crossing the limit, haunted. With explicit numbness that looks are aware, shaded eyes drawn to despair – yet another bites the dust.
Through closed-off window observing outside, while anxious heart refuses, confined – is this the future, is this still life? What is an answer to end this farce.
An endless, meaningless strife.
The deeds misjudged, to mend seem too late – of many reasons there are no paths ahead. Impulse to change blown right up my face. And what comes next, scares me.
The weight of remorse a heavy burden to bear, memories the plague – mind has failed. Seeking forgiveness, but can it be found? The road to redemption is a treacherous ground.
An endless, meaningless strife.
Stuck in a cycle of guilt and shame, not even hoping for the things to change. The past won’t let go, it holds on tight. How do I move forward, into the light?
An endless meaningless strife, a battle within. The scars of the past, a constant reminder of sin. Is there hope for a better tomorrow? Or is this a life filled, forever with sorrow?
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