the night gets darker
and the regret sets in
the mistakes made
the mistakes repeated
all come haunt you
hold you and caress you
tighter feel the hands around your neck
its getting harder to breathe
and the lights are dimming
you’re losing control
as the voices take over
and you’re lost to the outside world
in a trance like state
when all you can see is shameful acts
and your wrongdoings
you want to be good
you want to be pure
you can’t take this feeling anymore
but it has been said that those born with wild souls
shall never be tamed
and I am fully aware
that my mistakes will occur again
and I will put myself back in the same position
and when night once more approaches
I will be lying in the same spot
trying to breathe
while planning my next blunders