Guilt is a feeling that breaks your soul. Years pass by and it never grows old. Manipulation and deceit are fuelling agents making the taste bittersweet. Time is a curse that brings you memories of worse, as you cling for life in coffin carried by a hearse. Remorse is gentle and tender is a result of your pain. The thoughts make you feel deranged. Lingering are feelings and haunting are images so true. Like your age the same demons grew. Greatness is meager and sorrowfulness makes me eager. Tears roll down as trust is what breaks. I can't be human as I choose not to be fake. I rake all my wrongdoings and bury my shame. As I try my best to clear my name. Justice and equality is never real in this world. Kindness and compassion is a world which twirls and curls. To some this maybe ranting and to some it shall make sense. I am but apologetic and remain adolescent.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
