Stigmatized

I rest in a passionate embrace, Forever in a web of perfect agony, Under blood red skies the blackened moon offers me compassion, While I slowly fade with my very own blood, my very own tears Hath thorns composed a crown so rich? Whilst I’m pierced from both my hands and feet, I weep as I surrender my soul…my heart, my life, my all I implored the archs of purpose, I drowned in the blacked oceans, Untwist confusion to unite me from sin, So I could live with a newly redeemed hope inside of me… I am stigmatized, Through the black of days and the dark of nights, I am stigmatized with the heart of sin right under my skin When would I be free from this world? When would I be free from pain? Under blood red skies, I reached out my hand, To touch a heart so pure, in lakes of sand… And I watched your soul as in turned to dust, You still bleed inside, as you are stigmatized