Guilt

I want to shove this blade in my eye

and watch the blood spill with the other

immersed in the guilt of what i killed 

my demons grin with joy as they hover 

in comlete silence, no sound just still

i wonder when this will all be over

its said and done, stuck in stone. 

All those words they break my bones. 

But theres a sense of comfort paying for my sins.

Because what id done theres no coming back from within.