Burden of Sin

These preconceived notions have dulled my sense, For I have mistaken the present for a past tense. Trapped between that which has and that which is to be, I can no longer trust myself to accurately see. I don't see where I truly stand, For I am overcome by the thoughts of prior land. A past littered in pain and lies, Which has abolished all form of worldly ties. I lay here in total seclusion, A victim of my own institution. The daily sight of blood reminds me that I'm still alive, For I am consumed by this relentlessly destructive strive. I want to embrace the good which remains, Though I am not sure how much good my soul retains. If only I could accept what has been, I could relinquish this burden of sin. I suppose the past is gone and there's no looking back, I just wish there wasn't so much that I lack. I haven't had as much as a single kiss, And there are so many other things that I miss. Well for now I'm present and that's a plus, I may even be able to make a bit of a fuss. With some effort I will try to close the gates of hell, Putting an end to this wicked spell.