Finley Aldridge

I wander amidst the remnants of mine own grace, a soul betwixt dusk and despair. Heaven turneth its gaze away, and mercy sleepeth beneath my name. I speak in psalms to the void, where faith hath faded and light remembers not my face. Between ruin and reverence I remain, half prayer, half curse—ever yearning for the silence that keepeth me whole.