Guilt


​So many lives ruined

But, yet again, it happened

 

He lived his life

In a way

That made me believe

There was something inside him

 

He needed to kill

 

He lived his life

In a way

That made me believe

Everything was a story

 

Breathe in

Breathe out

 

The lamp is filled

With the midnight oil

And oh, how slowly it burns 

 

The mornings are made

To fight mountains

That stand in your way

 

A smile reveals

Stained teeth

A trophy to treasure

 

A quirk amongst many

 

Breathe in

Breathe out

 

Walls are made

To break away

For bones are made of rubble

Together they belong

 

Happiness surrounds you

For you are the source

And all that is left behind is

Regret

 

I feel the guilt

Course through my veins

Staining my skin a deep green

 

Breathe out.

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