Essence Of Solitude

How shall you redeem yourself?
For the moment of restitution has long since passed,
For which one of my sins is a price so great?
Is it my disbelief or my thoughts nourished by hate?

With every sin I feel my pride tear,
From the very seams that all but me once held dear,
How I worship my sanity’s remains,
Melting to ashes again and again.

Then from these ashes emerges my fate,
Like a Phoenix resurrected in toxic waters of hate,
Life drains from my body and leaves me estranged,
Then do I ridicule my lord for His efforts in vain.

My torment, my pain,
My misery remain,
Let bygones be bygones,
And life be death.

[Cluster II]