Guilt..

Guilt... In my darkest craziest days. Does my angel of life still sprinkle rays. To balance the darkness that I have once portrayad. Haunted by the things that I have done. Guilty of many things that I done wrong. Baptized I thought I have been saved. Guilt never left, it never went away. Living like I never done nothing wrong. Darkness of Evil is so very wreaking strong. Knowing, no is perfect in this day and age. I cry on my hands and knees then pray and pray. This guilt, this guilt, it never leaves. I beg for forgiveness then Jesus still lets me breathe