The guilt it overcomes me,
It stings me with its rays.

Am I to be responsible
For the ones who went away?

“Morality is clarity,”
They always said to me.

But can I be shamed
To take the blame

For what I cannot see?

The lines have blurred,
All morals bought,

I have lost sight
Of what I sought.

And so I rot
Inside this cell,

Take labored breaths
Inside this hell.

Light’s ‘a fading,
I cannot see,

But in the darkness--
Only me

Will feel the wrath
Of an endless sea,

A churning wave
Of misery:

Drowning all
Possibilities.

I’ll lie awake
Until my death,

Keep struggling on
Till my last breath.

The end is near,
But at least in Hell,

Good vs. bad--
No soul can tell.