Remorse, the thing with chains that keeps you awake A viper that swallows you whole, leaving all and nothing unseen; Everything had been a mistake So it tells me, it’s eyes so keen; The feeling of being unloved, and having nothing left to take passing by shattered windows and desolate lanes
It raps at your door holding its hand out, expecting more; The hearts an ache, Tears pour, the eyes sore as it lets off what’s enough to fill the mothers lake; The body’s tired, giving no more than what’s reaped; The soul’s betrayed, feeling the fall of being falsely repaid
Grab it by the thorns, and you’ll bleed once more; There’s no escaping it, let it sound it’s horns! As the soul heaves it’s last breath, shattering at its core.
Remorse — A cry so loud, and a pain so poignant It deems you dull A sore hard to mend Twisted enough To make the mind bend.