The rushing surge of guilt, hinders my feeble mind
As I stare, at my trembling, blood soaked hand,
I awoke from my paralysis, to find a disheartening scene
Splattered across the floor, viscious and animalistic,
Vague in my recollection, yet sufficient, to plague contriteness
As I drown, in the vivid horror of my wrongdoings,
How I tortured and mutilated, being amongst the wicked,
Vanquish my enemies, and allow me to proceed
Down, the shrouded path, far away from this stain,
An eternal echo, that calls to me, chilling my disposition,
It haunts my every move, leading me to a grave I’ve myself dug,
A corruption of my soul, within these bone walls
That I can no longer be surrounded by, its tightening grasp,
With every detail of that night, furiously engraved
Into itself, staring at me, an unforgiving surrounding,
Release these enemies from my crowded back
With more approaching my front door, weakened, by the ghost
That remembers, why I’ve fallen to my knees in this trench,
Trying to dodge paralyzing thoughts, anchored to the crown,
Living in this tangent, scratching at the complacent walls
Hoping, for a break of light to peer through the dense viscosity,
I can’t be here anymore, stranded in my own torment
Following my own deceit, deeper, tucked into the corner
Crouching, from an advancing, floating ominous veil,
Before me, the Demon materializes, fearing his words,
“I find it laughable, that you believe, your disguised penance
Will release you from your guilt, and even this cell,
For its you, who has attracted these enemies to your doorstep,
No demon was the puppeteer, during these heinous sins,
How many lives did you crumple, and stuff, into a box,
Rot in this cage, before you descend to relentlessly agony.”
The demon slowly vanished, leaving the man alone,
He looked around at the cold abyss, cradled his sorrow
And endured crushing solitary, fearing, what lies after his passing.
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