Damnation!

made of the intangible i am left to fade without pressence, essence, or name

creation has nothing on me i invented the state of being without character, creed, identity

i am nothing in essence pure made from the pyres of hell i am infidel, i am demure

of my sins i carry shame the only salvation to my fame innocent mortal i might be but born of sin to humanity

my existence botched and blotched i was meant to 'scape the fire from an unintentional mistake my failure transpired

Lost to the world, This child's been forgotten It's too little too late now, Her mind is rotten.