Woe in the heart of a sinner, shrouded,
black as a moonless eve.
Lost is the soul without trust, wandering,
eons beyond the light.
Voices cry out in the abyss, terror,
wakes in the sleeping world.
Punishment designed by self, gushing,
along the depths of impulse.
Fear encases the hollow chambers, seething,
shadows writhing with secrets.
Flight is of no consolation, dread,
knowing the unknown.
No absolution has been sought, denied,
wretched is the path.
Means of escape cannot be found, desolation,
befitting a waif…of dreams.