The wonderer

Sickened in the sun, I forget to breathe.

Without your senselessness and forgiveness.

Hate is for the ones who have done you wrong.

Why leave me sickened in the sun like this?

What have I done wrong?? Am I your lonely

Punching bag? Again, I wait in longing,

Hate is always held inside of me.

What have I done wrong?? I am a loner.

Without your senseless and forgiveness,

I am so lost.The creature of the night.

I lie awake again listening more,

Always your sweet but silent hate for me

Whisper, I will never be free of this

Silent concidence, I fear for you.

Are you a lonely wolf, my conscience screams.

For him, I will be only silent now.