In the World That's Full of Faults

A Poem by Braille

In the world that's full of faults
And tattered souls washed with salts
No wonder people refused to hold
The light that everyone should mold

I am wrong, I know I was
With the things I've done with pure lust
Blinded by rage and scattered past
However, I don't regret, but I believe I must

Hear me, my dear, I plead
I was on my knees with greed
Your silence speaks of what I did
But I was shattered by the flowers you ripped

The promise and promises that you've imprinted
Still burning with anticipation in my head
I've tried to find the goods till the end
But there are things we shouldn't held

Now here in darkness they have no clue
Hands were coated with sins too
Still and cold, my heart's with you
Forever we'll live in the world, I only knew