I'm sorry if you know my name
I'm a terrible person
and I don't want to not live

which scares me
because I've taken so much
and given little in return

The sins which I carry as scars on my body
will be written on papers
and I will build stacks of them around me

As I try to atone by...
I'm left alone with the regret of time passing by
the light never reaching;

The light is never fast enough
my penance is...
There's nothing to protect me anymore

The twilight of my now draws closer
as this foolish I wait
for the crows to come

I will face north, and cease to be a person
am I even alive right now?
What a stupid question.

I'm empty
my own light is swallowed
by that tower, and I...

It's such a leap of faith
for anyone to try and reach me;
a person's light barely radiates enough for one alone

I will write my sins on my soul
the greatest sin of which I must carry
is the fact that I still want to live

My atonement is the isolation
beneath the towers of my murdered...
that place, which your light may never reach

The empty shell I once inhabited
encased in a tower of decaying dead trees
facing north, always: this is my penance

This is the tomb in which my dreams may rest.