Guilty Poem by Cherry Blossom

I bathed in the silence of the room, reminiscing memories of us, you looked so beautiful in white, yet I tainted it with red. your skin cold to touch, you looked pale as the moonlight. Satan's coming for me yet I have accepted his invite six feet below, I don't have no soul that's why I have no fear. Been restless this past few nights I can feel your soul sleeping besides me, my conscience keeping me awake for night. why'd I have to kill you?