Grace

Forgive this lifeless soul that was produced in that loveless life

What hope did I have from the beginning when my mother cried at the first moments of my existence

She cried my abusive future tears

What more did you think would come from a girl who’s death from the start

Her hope hung in the stars of one who would take her away from the withering future

Girlish charm was for nothing than a lack of sanity

This tree drank blood and only grace turned me home.

No future without his grace