Tears fall into the gaping, hungry mouth of cemetary grounds 

Apologies to a spectre who lingers in your memory 

Apologies spoken a little too late

A scrupulous, shameful past feeds your tormentor; Regret

The poignant blade impales deeper into the grieve you harbor

Demons; summoned by guilt, besiege you in somber consciousness, and in barbarous dream-infested sleep

The final gesture of sincerity, of affection, you cannot recall

You trekked away in chains pulled by Pride, blinded by the vanity draped over your head

It's quite a shame you needed a dose to grief to sober up 

You took for granted, what you have lost  

You bargained for glory with so much vanity 

You should have know what it would cost