crazy1993

GUILT The shadow of this dark cloud Haunts my world When you stared through the shroud My head swirled You lay there still and cold Yet your eyes blink Your skin was once a pretty shade of gold But is now merely an ice rink You’re cold to the touch Yet your breath is warm Seeing you like this hurts so much But it’s time for you to change form It’s worse when I go to bed And hide under the quilt With eyes sore and red I embrace the guilt