I can do you no harm

even though

I hide behind hatred

a child that's hurt followed the road

all little ghosts follow

Using the excuse

of a cruel world

a strange pleasure

in melancholy and horror

An empty body

washed shame away

indulging in the lust for evil

depending on the kindness of strangers

and the loving arms that smothered me

for I have sinned

and no regret can fail my presence

I can do you no harm

even though it has grown up

reminding me

the purpose of my life

the meaning of a sorrowful existence

A child that's hurt

can learn about the pain

a child that's hurt

can know how wonderful this is