A Wreck less Soul

Written...

A wreck less and unforgiving soul of unleashed hell
rages upon my spirit,
alone in the dark I sing a song of sorrow not knowing
who will hear it.
For the best I am locked away for my trivial and useless crimes committed,
I know for sure that the severity of what I did would not be acquitted.
And now so alone I weep in my darkened prison of unforgivable fate,
I do not protest all that is unkind and tears roll down my battered face of hate.
I know what I did was wrong...of course so wrong by all measures of the human mind,
but now why am I punished when others do the same and I'm the only one they find.
So now day and night I try to think of the answer to a question that I was asked,
but the harder I try to think of why...I killed the man...the reason remains masked.