Lover’s Guilt

Over 

the things I’ve done.

Sick to my stomach 

 

Regret fueled by the crippling ever existential dimension.

 

I’ve done wrong or is it right?

cant choose a direction

there seems to be no end in sight.

Fix your eyes on the light

how bright it shines on the strings that tug on the darkness 

 

Pulling and ripping 

nashing away at the ego.

 

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