Wasn't Born Bad Poem by Rachel Aurelien

Will the soil turn black, if my body lay below the crack?
Naked in bones, clothed in sin
My dirty soul dug a hole and shoved me in
Carried me away is this silence of its curse, closed in my banished hearse
The crow's voice will increase to give me peace
Nobody cried on their knees for me,
Misery blinded my eyes so I couldn't see
I bare the pain and watch my spirit travel the train
My feet bled on the jagged edge
Hungry I was, I never got fed
Do I blame the life I lived for my crimes I did?
Haven't met a gentle soul, is that why I turned cold
The flowers I breed turns into isolated weeds
Sorry Lord, if I unknowingly grew from a dirty bad seed.