The afterlife.

Sunlight shines upon crestfallen figures,
Eventually all light will fade.
Though the light could warms my limbs,
I like to linger in the shade.

You tell us to love one another,
Wicked as though we may be.
I doubt your sorrow will redeem us,
I doubt it will make my demons flee.

Your love is said to have no limits,
forgiving every sorry soul.
But I don't want to need forgiveness,
What I fullfill is my own goal.

Eventually you'll fade in darkness,
when silence falls at your big gate.
When noone asks for your salvation,
when people decide their own fate.