Guilt is the slow mental death no one sees, A shimmering blade is the escape, Swimming in a blood red sea. A smile is the mask behind which it hides, Nor the physical or spiritual realm, By no rules will it abide. Torturing you with every new day gone by, You tell yourself it's a bad dream, Yet you know that is a lie. It haunts you in your dreams while you sleep, Shoving reality in your face, Driving that blade oh so deep. You'll shudder at its presence and try to run away, But no matter what you do, It's here to stay. Then some day, it might happen, you'll be forgiven for what you've done But as for me, I feel that is a day that will never come.