6/6/2002 – Robert

forgive me father,
for i have sinned,

i am not pure,
i am not whole,
i am without direction,
without purpose or meaning,

i wander aimlessly through the dark,
rain-soaked streets,
trying to attach meaning for my meaning,
i am not like the others,
there is something wrong with me,

fix me,
make me believe,
make me happy,
make me pure,

i want to be saved