Guilt

What a cruel, cruel beast are thee.
Sucking up the good inside of me.

Hopeless, descending, always remembering.
Bringing up the past, never forgetting.

I spit at the thought of casting lots
I realize how many lots I've sought

Guilt terrorizes me in my thoughts, my dreams
Every minute it devours me it seems.

What a cruel, cruel beast are thee.
When I look in a mirror I see you staring at me