Counting Sins

Entrusting my left with a feeble wish

To count sins for those who seek to redeem

The flashing lights that flicker in their life

And within them the stars that never glowed

On my right, I let go of that foolish ideal

For these meager hands will never grasp

The starry night of this accursed reality

Neglecting the sins in its quiet rain

But believing in the strength of a glass heart

And fearing the weakness in such humanity

I step forth, cherishing the sin that I breathe

Mourning the number that, like the rain, never ends