Ghosts of Guilt

Ghosts of guilt they roam my way Rising up like ghouls from shallow graves Mistakes I made...they play like movies in my mind They whisper wind into my ears as I memorize the times Times of hurt and anger Times of rain and rage How I begged, stole, and borrowed from loved ones...long since passed away Tick tocks and teardrops only make them come much stronger Short circuited in the smoke...still the lunacy lasts longer With a hard heart of hatred and a spirit and soul both rancid and rotten A sour slave unto my sins...I picked and plucked the devils cotton Ill gotten were all my many gains of greed Dirtybirds all crow and caw while ghosts of guilt all laugh and play They poke and point and push and pull and they waste my weary days Now I wonder and I worry as the ghosts they sing their songs I'm guilty like a man condemned...waiting on the worms to come I rise and fall like breath from the belly of a beast Suddenly...without a warning...ghosts of guilt all turn and run away From those ghosts I now am rescued From the guilt I am redeemed For my father brings forgiveness where ghosts of guilt can't stay