The Guilt

A ruined tissue of black and blood

Is clutched between trembling fingers.

Your lungs are wrought with apathy,

Whilst in your eyes the darkness lingers.

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You cry tears of loathing – salty tears of despair,

As your lips curl and quiver with pain.

You bleed whispers of pleading redemption,

But your tears they fall in vain.

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The remorse is choking and poisons the air,

Because every accusation slices right through you;

The truth boils your blood with self-loathing

And resonates in each soul you never got through to.

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Burning the acid in your stomach,

The Guilt becomes a monster within;

He reaches with cold hands to grasp the base of your spine

And breaks a bone for every sin.

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So you cling to that person, that someone –

As though trying to absorb their goodness through osmosis.

And there's a flicker of hope, of that final forgiveness,

But the hope is no more than hypnosis.

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You swear to any deity that will listen –

You promise to be better in the there and then;

But that's an oath that no-one can keep,

Because the Guilt always comes hunting again.


Okay so this is probably one of the most depressing things I've ever written… :)

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