There is no turning back.
Their cries will echo in your mind,
And you can never stop them.
The blood on your hands,
In your veins,
Aches with corruption.
You already know
That you have been marked unforgivable.
Is that why you hide away?
From the past that eats away at your heart,
From the present that restlessly reverberates in your skull?
Do you think you can hide from it all?
Lock yourself away in a prison of your own making?
Is this why you left your failures?
Why you attempted such fruitless repentance?
Is it this pain that led you to ease the suffering of others?
This regret that keeps you from them following in your footsteps?
I don't need to tell you this,
You already know,
But there is no turning back for you.
Though, now you know better than you did then.
Now you know a corpse should be left well alone.
And only an honest death can cure you now.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
There is no turning back.
Their cries will echo in your mind,
And you can never stop them.
The blood on your hands,
In your veins,
Aches with corruption.
You already know
That you have been marked unforgivable.
Is that why you hide away?
From the past that eats away at your heart,
From the present that restlessly reverberates in your skull?
Do you think you can hide from it all?
Lock yourself away in a prison of your own making?
Is this why you left your failures?
Why you attempted such fruitless repentance?
Is it this pain that led you to ease the suffering of others?
This regret that keeps you from them following in your footsteps?
I don't need to tell you this,
You already know,
But there is no turning back for you.
Though, now you know better than you did then.
Now you know a corpse should be left well alone.
And only an honest death can cure you now.
