The Sinner and The Storm

Sitting in the road
Watching the clouds coming in
No safety, no shelter for the blind
Clawing in the dark
Your marks covering my skin
I’m the mistake that’s better left behind

No matter how many fires I start
It just keeps getting darker
And I fear the rain will soon wash me away
The tide is lapping at my neck
Bringing voices that call me home
Back to the depths where I’ll always stay