inconsistent

I wish I could know how to start these lines
I guess I'll just follow my fingers...
I committed sin , I unlock the door
deep in my blood it was...
 
guiltless has become my bread
I have found the darkest ideal
an inconvenience form of forgiveness
crawling in squares...
 
a prayer...anthem of the inconsolable
a tear splashes in my subconscious
different shapes of sadness
 
Depressive sundays...
im pale, I was blind
My smile has rotten
I will be soundless...
 
just fixing stuff.