Mia Culpa (Final Edit)

I play
These melancholy riffs
To paint a landscape
Which in its permanence
Leaves no room
For regret or shame
Only doom
And it is me
The architect of the pain
And sword to the slain
A lethean river
Forgetting words of sorry
With every leech of sorrow
And it is me
Spreading all the truth
That we all fall below
The usual and the alternate
And fire burns us all
Like sharpened tongues
But even my mistakes
Are burned by passion
Conceived in the music
Of senseless abandon
And still as stillness recalls
We will break monotony
As the crows fly
Down towards us
Day and night
And still
Mia culpa
And still
No regrets