waves of guilt ripple thoroughly
and fade into catatonia
i wash my bones and try again
often swalled by a sense of paranoia

what should be the punishment
i ask myself everyday
the answer lies outside of reality
as there is no such thing as an equal exchange

grief will always outweigh it's point of creation
the harm doesn't just end with the act
love doesn't wither in death
the present is just a shell of the past

possibilities cease and all goes dark
you can reach but there's nothing to hold onto
all you can do is keep falling and falling
not one thing left to soothe you

there is no separation between peace and violence
to have one the other must coincide
rage blurs what was never clear
not one single one of us deserves to decide