Guilt is a burden we all carry,
In our hearts and mind,
Slowly it erodes the conscious,
Contouring reality as we know it,

There is a link to all this madness,
A string which none of us could ever see,
Perhaps a man in black is pulling the strings or perhaps it is by the will of the Almighty,
But it is not to be entertained,

It is to be fought,
With every breath and every beat of the heart,
Valiantly, relentlessly, to the very end of our being,
Until the night turns to day,

Because life as we know it,
Is filled with wondrous and dreadful things,
But to dread on the dread is to end ourselves,
A death sentence to what could've been beautiful,

We owe it to ourselves to fight,
To never give in to self destruction,
Not all things are meant to last,
Some are meant to be kept in a box, locked away.