Catharsis

In his shape I made myself to be,  
In this world I feel like a disease.  
light of day turns into cold dust,  
See the darkness in me, my name is remorse.  

I live in the heart of the weak & wounded,  
Seeping from their bone, shepherd the wicked.  
Harbored them with care, till they learned to fly,  
Away from their home, in regret they'll die.  
 
I hid a tradition so old written in my blood,  
Echoing off broken walls, rising from the mud.  
Sieged the conscience of men in dreadful lust.  
Hearing their prideful laughter, I stared at distrust.  
 
I dreamed of vast landscapes,  
And a sun piercing through my eyes.  
I dreamed of shining waters,  
And the smell of the woods, where I would die.  
 
Summer evening showed me a lie in faltering faith,  
I hope the winter snow will show me your true face.  
I killed myself at last to set a plight free,  
Bolstering the sense of catharsis in me.  
 
Shadowed cloisters run in slithered contour,  
Unfurls the pretense of good in light no more.  
Hatred of a lifetime brings forth a glorious birth,  
A wretched soul wakes to eat the marrow of earth.