Gone With the Sin

Giving up on all I believe in, Opaque is the road that I walk on, Not even the brightness of a hundred stars, is capable of Erasing, all the wrong I've done. Wandering the streets of wrong-doing, I'd watch people pass me by, life is much more complicated Than I thought it would be, it's just so mystifying, How everything wrong feels so right, everything is a Trap, in the web of life. How everything that gives delight, in fact, has Existed to reveal the true meaning of remorse, yet until this day, a Sinner I am, carrying a bundle of sins In my hands, Not knowing what road to take.