Black Sheep

A funeral held in honor

Of my very existence 

But being good enough never brought to the standards

Set by your diligent hands

Memoirs of blame

Cast a black sheep

Severed by my will to live away from your narrow way

You watched me die a little more each day

Slain by the suicide of a disembodied man

Becoming the sinner that I am

You counted the days

Everytime that pew was empty beside you

Never perfect enough to withstand of the one

Who was supposed to love me 

Believe in me when I was down

But you kicked me over and over again

The odd one out

Who made you doubt

You pushed my demons out

And drove me to take the silent road

Where the evil grows

And I am surrounded by rows and rows of tortured trolls.

Nothing but what you turned cold