Inadequate

Sick and defined by a void of darkness,
Weak and reviled by Your poison words-
A life's that's incepted in night,
I'm worn by the beams of Your light...

An onrushing fear that burns through my veins-
I feel You in my every breath.
The blood that I shed to taste my demise
I drink in Your prison of death.

Can't see through the veil that's blinding my soul,
I'm birthed to ail for the life that they stole-
Engraved in the palm of Your hand, but now...
Reveal me my role... I quiver in dole...