The burning orange horizon, The mountain I carry Will bring me to the end. I will end me. Your grip is iron. Blood slips from my teeth. You pour over me until I am broken. Melted, mended, innocent. The last time I'll cry until I see God. Here in, my hands: Sunlight, blackened eyelids, sunspots. Can't wait to end me. Spare me calamity, See me descending. Do I exist here to serve or pray? For goodness? Limitless, callous looming of the guillotine. When I meet my maker, He'll have to kill me twice. No more forgiveness, Just a hole in my life.