Guilt

I want to see blood hit the floor
Give me that beautiful black gut gore
Take this anger past the skin
Beat me even if I give in
I'm not a stranger to pain
Go through hell for little gain
Blacken my wings and bite my innocence
There is no future in a life of penance
Forgive me father, I don't weep for my sins
My tears are made of vodka and gin
My heart is smoldering with rage
You change the story but don't change the page
The more I listen, the less I hear
Whatever the meaning, it isn't very clear
Close my eyes but not to pray
I wouldn't waste my breath anyway