To who it may concern,

It has been to long since my last confession

To long since I had a wish or a prayer

Stuck in this state of ungodly oppression

Or able to deliver myself from despair

To whom it may concern,

I have conspired to right my wrongs

But it brought little satisfaction

My integrity seems to far gone

And the abyss holds a certain attraction

To whom it my concern,

Have I met my guardians, my angels?

And Does grace remember my name?

Have I avoided the devil’s portrayals?

If I continue, will life ever feel the same?

I have lit my self confidence and I have let it burn

Am I officially the only one to whom it may concern?