Red Light Monologues, Of Sordid Youth – \\ Penance.

There can be no rest,
For us wicked.
When else would we plot?
Soliloquy Poetry,
In pitch black darkness.
Red Light Monologues,
Of Sordid Youth –
As many possess.
Reformed;
As best I could from Evil,
Fight for Humanist Utopia now.
Impossible dreams.
Penance.
Let me use my dark pasts,
As simple jests.