The remorse that I hold
Is only that of my own
As when I smile
I can't tell
Whether its me
Or my joyous demise
Or when I love
Whether its me
Or my guilty disguise
Every day
I try to find
The origin of my remorse
But I can't find it
It is mine
and it is lost
Some say the world will end in fire
Some say the devil isn't dead
But I would be glad to meet him
If he frees me from my dread
My own
lost
guilty
dread