Dreams, Angels, and Dust (Committed Iniquity II)

I've been forgotten by friends caused by their own truancy
I remained faithful yet they lacerated love and lacked loyalty
Beginning of time God created heaven, earth and my heartache
created as a casualty of compassion, my pain is no mistake

outside under refrigerant rain, old memories warmed me inside of dreams
needle hits skin like paper and pen, truth exposed a scandal, we die as fiends
loss teaches trust, recurrent absence of integrity too hard to adjust
broken and beaten, stumbling for hope, lost all faith found hanging from a rope

dead man walking blind, bordering the lines of realism and psychosis
atrocious violence from forced stab wounds followed by my forgiveness
we alone determine mistakes made soluble from tears cried for payment
my heart turns cold and I go hungry from formal friends failed commitment

homicidal thoughts to eliminate the problem with a single knife thrust
but I can't predict the future, no matter how many crystal balls I've crushed
Only God can judge me, life of an outlaw, a life of loneliness
but I will never make it to heaven, no matter the amount of angels dust