Guilt can be a powerful feeling
It eats at you day and night
Guilt shoves at your breaking point, till you are screaming
Hanging on the edge of a skyscraper with all your might
Fingertips slipping, the feeling of quitting
But then where is that fight?
Fighting to not feel guilty but to be happy.
Guilt is a disgusting, dictating, deriving stench
Waiting to take over singing a soulful rhapsody.
Guilt's razor, sharp teeth are tearing at my flesh
Leaving gaping wounds that forever bleed at my feet
Dripping, staining the already black clothes making a mess
As a last resort we have to leap!
Damn you, not to my fiery death
Only to creep
Creeping along to find such a bright light
Leading, forever leading
You along, to not feel the monstrous guilt's bite.
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