My Sins

O! My love, O! My sweet

I ask thou to slay me

For my sins have hurt thee

Allow my slaughtered body to lie in thy feet

Futile is my existence

I feel like a nonentity

As my unholy deeds

Have bruised not just one but many

I am the reason behind the tears

Which trickle down thine eyes

I am the one whose malice

Has caused this apocalyptic tide

O! My love, O! My sweet

Thy honey smooth skin

Is covered in blisters because of me

I beg thy sacred soul to rupture my grotesque heart!

And wing it in a far off sea