Guilty Fear
Fermented in farenheit the sizzle is way too hot
Creeping up the backside beading up in that spot
Shallow is the pool of fear where the drips do lie
Bashful red is the color skin appearing shy
Shakes tremble up and down bumping up the skin
The color that's coming around derives from the sin
Shame has come without context or so it seems
Reality you visualize nightmares before the dreams
Innocence mirrors guiltiness so sad but it is true
This in which does reflect the real person that is you...
bmdavey@10//05/2022
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