Unworthy

These hands are unworthy,
to grasp such graceful words.
The stories that behold,
would be better unheard.

My disgrace,
I'm displaced,
Of a world that has its empiness and people with no honorable face,
I'll find a place.

Oh my God,
I hope there is a place.

These lips are unworthy,
to accept your loving kiss.
The stories once beheld,
will be rather missed.

My remorse,
I'm the source,
Of this life that has its limits and all of its judgemental force,
I'll end my course.

Oh my God,
I hope you end my course.