How heavily this burden weighs,
A conscience so riddled with guilt.
Nesting inside of you, it stays
To topple confidence you built.

Spreading through your festering heart,
Wreaking havoc within your mind,
Who knows where it stops or it starts?
Its source is what you won't soon find

If you still search in the same place
Where you always investigate.
You won't even catch any trace
Of this foulness you still create!

Run in circles, drive yourself mad,
It's a fate of your own doing.
Would it be changed if you still had
The chance to undo your choosings?