I'm walking the streets thinking about all that I have done wrong
listening to that voice that has been warning me all a long
never did I think that this could ever happen to me
living in guilt pondering that fateful memory
their is so much that I wish that I could take back
so I wouldn't have to live in this world that is painted in black
this color is depressing it reminds me of Death
but the color is not their, it is just in my head
the feeling of black, leaves me aching with pain
the voice that is screaming at me, is driving me to shame
I know I have failed to what could have been
I have followed my Demons to that ultimate Sin