always left alone
wishing i could atone
for all the silly mistakes
chided by black snakes
when everything just breaks
and falls into the abyss
of a forgotten bliss
behind closed doors
with throbbing sores
a constant reminder of
that wicked angel above
always leaving me alone
wishing i could atone
for those worthless mistakes
and she takes
every last worry
to twist them into curry
that is forced down my throat
like a nigh starved goat
ready for the slaughter
and stamped like the fodder
of rich men in business suits
who pencil their pursuits
into busy life long schedules
filled with senseless modules
knowing nothing more than
a shortened life span
of a worthless beast
used only for a feast
dressed in my heavy iron chains
moaning over my pains
always left alone
     wishing i could atone
           for all those stupid mistakes