Pariah

Without a purpose,

Without a sound.

To bask in regard of

The place I'm allowed to

Call my destined conclusion.

I have it all when I'm wrong.

Rust and blood

Paint the portrait you wrought.

Life as dirt,

I have it all when I am wrong.

Pariah, you'll cry out.

A fire to die out.

A war behind the flesh and bone

To salve the sight of absent hopes.

A prayer rings throughout these halls

And maims promise of healing.

Pariah, you'll cry out.

A fire to die out.