Guilty by association

Icy and cold is the creeping of guilt in my veins and even as this chill spreads i cant help to suggest its all my fault, but maybe that's the point of guilt.

My breath shallow and icy turns into warmth as my heart beat quickens, a warmth spreads over me but my relief lasts long not as I feel the icy chill of grief swallow me and then only then can i finally use my voice calling to anyone who would listen to my sickening wails of sorrow. For anyway whom listened and ran had been far too late though, as I have already succome to my sickening mentals and physical wounds. And just to think these flesh wounds sealing my fate? I've inflicted them upon my own