Unfortunate Souls

It feels as if I have a brick resting on my chest,
full of sins- full of bad thoughts,
Stuff that I can't fully put to rest,
Hiding masked faces hidden in grave lots.

A frequent question always beginning with why,
Why is it me that all this is happening too,
I know I stole before and told a long lastng lie,
But why won't this black sky ever turn blue?

My eyes are completely oblivious to the light,
I can't see where I'm going or the things I want,
Fright sneaks up to my heart and squeezes tight,
Pour unfortunate souls in the darkness I begin to hunt.