Guilt is the omen that sits inside my soul,
Dangling the keys of my sorrowful heart,
It yearns to be set free by the empty hole,
That consumes my body like a foolish dart,
How can one thrive,
Yet ***** by the sin of life?
My love who keeps me alive
Whom I do not call my wife.
How my lies captivate all my joy,
And imprison my thoughts that rage inside,
For my actions make me feel like a silly boy,
Too scared to endow my foolish pride,
The end has come for me to fall into piece,
The end has come for me to never live In peace.