Guilt

Once it is done it’s already too late
To change the past, a gruesome fate
Crimson tears falling from my face
The guilt of the crime slowly picks up pace

The mistakes of one can kill another
Choices in life to wound a brother
A fellow man, whose life is gone,
A pool of blood from which sorrow spawn

Grief and guilt, a mind in pain
Waiting for a cleansing rain
Never to come and heal the heart
Only to deceive, tricked from the start

The only way to cure this unbearable stress
Is to help the wounded, to clean up the mess
Repent for the sins which you have made
Then your heart will rest easy, no longer afraid