GUILT

A fire that burns up the intestants 

An intangable wieght that never gets off 

A burning sensation in the heart turning pitch black 

The feeling of emptiness yet fulness 

A missing piece in a puzzle 

A dark shadow about to engulf the body 

A tired spirit with a broken spine 

And at a split moment knowing nothing is fine 

Fear smiling down your face, behind it tons of dangerous signs 

The time ticks, The blood rushes down your vain  

The smell of your swet, caried down a mile 

For a while every part of you is still like a statue of a helpless child 

Not a millisecond remains to prossess the thoughts in your brain 

Yet you reminice about all that you could've done better 

The guilt, the kin of fear approches you blowing its horns like the civil war 

Your empty heart knows there is no such thing called later no more 

Now you began thinking like a smart person 

Now you know there is no way out 

Now you know what you've done is filthy 

Now you plead guilty