Guilty

An impure ball of snow
Spiraling to the lowest level of discord

Guilt

A bad deed done
The spark that starts the fire

Guilt

The reason of the cause
And the scream that calls the onlookers

Guilt

Deep resentment of the regret
A tainted heart, now and forever impure

Guilt

My eyes half closed
I cannot look at you

Guilt

What I am
What I will be

Guilty





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