Forever haunted by failure I the mirror won't let them be Contribution to their abuse, my only use I once trusted faith, inverted Defiled, beaten, molested A deep fear to whisper in your ear It will follow you in your sleep You will feel it inside your dreams Transformed underworld, tranquil without light Blessed are the sins of night (which father do you feel?) A dark red shadow of hate remains (And arrogance begins to fade, for trauma will always linger, another weakling has been made)