The nightmare called guilt

I awake with the dripping anxiety of death It's puppetry crafting my fears with its laced strings Making me do the dance of regret and guilt The darkness consumes me as I writhe with the agonising realisation I am not alone I am going to die I see my tombstone I see my soul starting to fly But why? That night when the moonlights silver ribbons danced across the darkest ocean. His face dripping with the crimson liquid that shows the sign of life Sirens echoed as red and blue flashed into the night. It was my fault. It's always my fault He died because of me And now I can't see I can't sleep I can't breathe Save me... please Save me from this nightmare

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