You've torn away the mask

That hides every expression

Of melancholy.

Trembling, it's hard to crawl

Feeling through the dark.

The rocks scratch my palms

While the thorns' hands

Claw at my arms.

I'm on my knees

Barely crawling

Just to get a glimpse of you.

Just to hear your

Angelic voice.

Just to see

The smile of the

Heavens.

But it's too late

And I sink into the mud.

Will you help me?

I struggle

As eyes of others

Pull me down.

I've fallen too short

Of your love

And I can't stand back up.

I thought I escaped hatred forever.

I thought there was a loophole

To humanity

In you.

But you don't love me

For I've fallen too short

Of your standards.

You don't love me

For I've fallen too short

Of beauty.

You don't love me

For I've fallen too short

Of your love.