The Guilty
I am falling, falling into an eternal sleep
The life I couldn’t hold onto, the life I couldn’t keep.
My reckless actions, without consequence
The other driver, who had no self-defense
My guilty conscience keeping me awake at night,
for my never-ceasing battle ends tonight.
The bright light is up ahead
So please, forgive me before I am dead.
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