Corpse decaying in the sun that always shines,

marked across the face of man,

a sin regrettable than that which I saw,

my eyes faded with a blue that meant nothing to you,

a knife fashioned from the bones of a dead world,

a tomorrow without you,

the dead eyes of the world,

a pain that does not go,

my grave dug by my own hands,

a world that needs to go away,

a sin,

not for me…