Oh, The Guilt

Oh why?

Do you torture me,

Day in, day out,

Burning, charred inside,

My heart is disintegrating to ash,

My soul...well I doubt that I ever possessed one.

So many different kinds of pain,

Chemical-burning, acidic-pain, sharp pain, blunt, bruising pain,

But to be tied to a cross of guilt,

And hit with every form of pain,

Like a crimson tidal wave of hot, bloody, scarring, acid-pain,

Dissolving me,

The only way to feel nothing is to die.

The End

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