blackness

There are black spots on my heart
Every day we sin, where do I start?
When I slip, the blackness smothers
Slowly losing my chances to recover
My heart is black. Too late to turn back.
Repeat the crime always on the attack
Compassion and mercy – distant now
I remember asking that question, how?
Avoid the situations to prevent hurt
Never think to ask what is this worth.
Soon it will take my loved ones away
Like an oil spill – hazard on the way.