No showers can cleanse the guilt in my heart,
No river can wash away the filth in my soul.
And can a drop of water, lost in the ocean, ever return?
Can a heart once broken, ever be whole?
Till the very last of my hairs, fall from my head,
Never will I ever forgive myself.
In fiery pools where demons rest, my soul will make home,
That is the only place I deserve to belong, hell.
For the eve of my passing, my crime awaits,
Caged behind the bars of melancholic melodies.
To tire the storms that destroy all in its path,
My mind deserves to be buried under the sea.