I awoke, and looked for you

I am folly.
I am fallen.
I am cast out of
The above.

I am sickness,
I am stricken,
I'm infectious.
Poisonous.

Take a drink of me...
What do you think of me?
Can you even see?
Or have I rendered you blind?

Have I rendered you blind?
Search with your hands, and tell me what you find.

I have done the very worst of things to you.
Heaven knows I may do worse before I'm through.
It churns in me, this sickness that comes of knowing
There's another side to me than the one that I've been showing.

I don't want to be the worst that I could do.
I want to offer something worthy of you.

The soul is starving, thinner,
Like the unsteady hand.
I may be sinner,
But I'm still a man.

We all need such things
As cover from the winds,
And moments in the light.

Wrap me in your wings,
Forgive me of my sins,
And just hold me tonight.