The lines in my hands
tell you their wisdom
while the tears in my eyes
tell you I’ve cried
the things they’ve done
and what they’ve seen
haunt me by day and night
While fireflies go across the sky
My regrets and mistakes crowd in
choking me and making me disappear
beneath their heaving darkness
A bloody cross
is all I see
condemning me to silence
for eternity
Without a voice
without a word
I become invisible