endless night

i stumbled away from her so weary
knowing this birth was mischance clearly
a liason of old shadows nearly
bore me straight to sin

blood caked my arms, my breasts, my face
yet i could not halt the frantic pace
heading south from the evil place
that place where it begins

but how far, how fast can a newborn go
leaving tiny tracks in emerald snow
from birth to death the path is slow
mere existence is my sin