I found my absolution in
the shadow of a tear,
the bleeding edge of mystery
amalgamating fears
like seven shades of seven sins
into a shape unclear
but heavy with my life ahead --
the fog of deadly peers.

The personalities I keep
like sacred friends inside
were weeping for my future's shade
like hope's design denied.
And so the knives rang out that night --
in sorrow, I confide
I found my absolution in
the glass stare of my bride.