Hopeless.

My fate drove me.

Provision, beyond me.

My bones, out like bars.

No means to hide my shame.

Everyday, a ridicule.

My sight, disgusting to my peers and my blood.

Then, came the promise key.

A key of bounty.

A key to dust.

In vanity, my sight died.

The grave beyond, the bright cloud sheltered.

My every step, counted.

My eyes, never shut.

I want to be a pauper again.

The key of bounty threatens my peace.