Call it what you will...
A misunderstanding between me and God,
The infantile misadventures of a damned soul.

Where did you come from?
I can’t fathom a guise like that.
Your soul is like glass,
Because even with my eyes closed I can see right through you.

How can I revive your wasted breath?
You’ve placed your trust to carelessly.
Who am I to save you?
I can’t even save myself.

Because when you’re dead,
You’re dead for a long time.