3.

Stomach sick with the dizzying amount of guilt, *****-inducing vertigo
Mental crash, relapse, insanity
Apologizing to the gentle breeze
In memorium- for all the words that never graced my lips
In reality's waking eve- my eyes awaken to the truth of my inner soul
Years of solemn apologies lie up around the next bend in the river
Has my halo burnt out again?
Gaze into the divining mirror to see (you)
Faceless image replicated back, the horrorific façade continues...