Rebellious Sinner

I lift my hands up,
They're worn from defeat,
Acts of rebellion,
Are poisoning me,
My blemished hands,
None want to see,
A disgrace to the one,
Who wants to heal me,
I am numb at broken promises,
Disgusted in my weakness,
The dark one's plots are relentless,
They harbor upon my laddened soul,
Of imperfection and sin untold.