New Kind of Freedom

Sweet sins scars my horizon
Got nothing to expect in this emotional unstable time
Looking forward there is a meaningless life to go
Path of sorrow
Age of decay
Pictures of wrong decisions veils my sleep but the lines are drawn
Nothing could release me
Am I born to excuse my way of thinking?
Am I force to justify who I am?
Death
Sweet death could be a merciful fate
Delivered of despair
New kind of freedom
A new kind of face