I am innocent, and still condemned.
I bear no sin, and still, they punish me.
I am no angel, but they name me a devil.
I’m pure and they won’t leave me be.

Betrayed by myself,
I feel the anger erupt
From beneath all my truths
Seeking revenge on the corrupt.

I speak not for my soul;
Of my words they’ll take no heed,
Instead they’ll rave in my grief
Upon a new horrid deed.

There is no hand to lift my spirit;
They know not of my pain,
They see no bloody laments
For the life I live in vain.

I cannot trust myself;
I don’t know what I’ve become,
I stand and face the glass
I’ve lost the roots I’m from.

Their words sound so sweet
Spoken to lock me in jail,
No longer can I discern
The truth after its fail.

I embrace the darkness as it shifts;
At least something won’t leave,
I feel so beloved
Because something will believe.

I breathe only every scene
The words I speak are not my own,
But in their gathering numbers,
I am no longer alone.

Drinking up the shadows,
I drift into my peace,
I rave in the empty pain,
Drowned from my release.

The sorrow leads to ecstasy
Freeing my blackened heart
The truth and lies don’t matter;
Their distance too far apart.