G-U-I-L-T this guilty feeling is engulfing me G-U-I-L-T if I had not done it, my conscious would be free Guilt, guilt, it consumes my weary soul
By Tori M8 years ago in Poets
Part of me just wants to die. I take a breath, breathe in and sigh. I put the gun up to my head, and as I do I feel tears shed.
Dear Michael Jackson, I'd like to explain my huge attraction Your music makes me SMILE, makes me GET ON THE FLOOR. I dance until the BREAK OF DAWN,
This overwhelming sense of guilt Flows over me as smooth as silk. When I closed my eyes last night I tried to shun your thoughts with might.
I've got demons inside of me, Maybe even the devil in disguise My heart is now black, the bad thoughts sincere I ask, but, pity I receive
