A line so fine,
an ice so thin
What is murder?
To me a sin,
but to you an escape.
Explain your reality.
You can kill without remorse
but my soul has been destroyed.
Deeds I did not commit.
Blood I did not spill
now flows beneath my feet.
What is this reality I know?
Why have you forsaken me?
I am stained by an innocent's blood,
tortured by her scream.
These sins were not mine,
but they are on my hands.
Now, for an eternity I must
dwell in your shadow.

