Guilt

A Story by Happy

Guilt. Tears through his body, straight into his withered heart. Each breath is a painful gasp. He lies on the filthy carpet and stares at the bugs crawling through the fibres. A sigh escapes his lips. Failure after failure, mistake after mistake, but still he smiles. He laughs and he jokes, he remains hidden where he is safe. Until he gets home, and the shadows greet him. Where there is nothing to distract him, nothing to keep himself sheltered from his own mind. He knows he must sleep, just one peaceful night and everything will be fine, his eyes trace around the bottle he was so quick to finish. The cure to his nightmares.