I've sinned
I've wronged
I've judged
It can't take long.

I'm waiting
I'm waiting
In fear
Of what's to happen

He arrives
And in fear
I run
And hide.

Of course
He finds me
And asks
"Why?"

I respond
Voice shaking
"I wasn't myself
I was in making"

Sighing softly
He finally speaks
And says
Wearily

"You might have been ignorant
You might have been naive
But you've changed
The world's fate."

My eyes go black
As he casts a shadow
And I tremble
As the sky starts to glow

In the end
I lay here,
Wounded,
Injured

In the bed of roses
There are always thorns
And although I'm here
Life ebbing away

A faint smile plays on my lips,
As I find safe haven.

Okayyy.....

What did I just write.

Whaaa-