Blood-Stained Manuscript

I turned around to face the mirror  
Saw my reflection filled with horror  
My misery is like a growing tumor  
Then who’s going to be my savior?  
 
My childhood was not a happy one  
The walls that I built became sand  
Feeling alone, I screamed and ran  
And burned my skin under the sun  
 
I stand barefoot on electric chair  
Contemplating in my own despair  
Amidst pain and gloominess I bear  
You just watch, combing your hair  
 
By nightfall, when I’m lying in bed  
I dreamed of color of brightest red  
This nightmare that’s inside my head  
Muted my senses, knocked me dead  
 
Woke by midnight in frantic breath  
Once again, I had a taste of death  
My cold body’s dripping in sweat  
Leaving my soul nothing but hate  
 
I prayed for rain and made a wish  
To cleansed me and sailed in bliss  
In the river where my sins vanish  
And deliver me from Judas’ kiss  
 
Lost in darkness, blinded by greed  
Maybe it’s wrong to follow a creed  
I don’t know where my path leads  
Do I belong among the bad seeds?