Pilgrimage..
My face drops into the warm sand..blood washes into my eyelids...
Stained with the shame of doubt, impossible to repent for what I have done..
No redemption..
Surely this must be my final resting place..the reaper will find me here...
Tear me limb from limb in payment for my acts..shorn in half I'll think differently..
But death is always a thread away..a thread that I cannot grasp..
The bloody shoreline nevers takes me..even in blood I can never drown..
This death will never come, forever I can wander..
Carefully stepping I can only ponder..
Shackles caress me, my blackened mind..
Searching for an ending I will never find..
Stained with the shame of doubt, impossible to repent for what I have done..
No redemption..
Surely this must be my final resting place..the reaper will find me here...
Tear me limb from limb in payment for my acts..shorn in half I'll think differently..
But death is always a thread away..a thread that I cannot grasp..
The bloody shoreline nevers takes me..even in blood I can never drown..
This death will never come, forever I can wander..
Carefully stepping I can only ponder..
Shackles caress me, my blackened mind..
Searching for an ending I will never find..