Guilt

[Beoslasher]

What a cruel,cruel beast are thee.

Sucking up the good inside of me.

 

Hopeless, descending, always remembering.

Bringing up the past, never forgetting.

 

I spit at the thought of casting lots

I realize how many lots I've sought

 

Guilt terrorizes me in my thoughts, my dreams

Every minute it devours me it seems.

 

What a cruel, cruel beast are thee.

When I look in a mirror I see you staring at me.