Guilty
guilt ruins me for my crime
though i torture my mind
i also feel torture in my heart
physical appearance, deceptive
my guilt holds me no freedom
captured by my own deeds
i hear laughter
laughter of defeat
now time cannot return
mistakes would have corrections
but i am haunted by my guilt
i try separation, impossible
in the depth of my heart
i cry for help, no answer
then i ask, is it a crime?
my guilt answers...
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