The man cried in a dark room... Full of broken dreams and nightmares. He wasn't usually looking this gloom, But was accustomed to lecherous glares. His life caused him to hyperventilate, For the weight of his actions were heavy. He knew his sins were too great, And guilt flooded in steadily. His hand trembled and shook. As he gave the mirror a good look, He noticed bags under his eyes, And tried to feed himself lies. Time never mattered until now. His vision suddenly got more clear, But his heart was full of fear. The deed he did couldn't be undone. His soul was tainted blacker than the night. His heart was tainted blacker than charcoal. In his soul he knew his actions weren't right. It was obvious that the Devil wanted his soul. With the empty feeling he felt pitiful. His crime wasn't understandable. He kept crying with each ticking toll. As his time came his life went by slow.