Fear has slithered into my bones
I am nothing but a rotten corpse
Still clutching to the comforts
That clothed me in the living hours
I gaze at carnage of my own making
Unintentional though it may be,
It haunts my moments
Waiting,
Patient,
Then
It
Strikes
I may never know peace again
But I do not deserve it
So coat my tongue in guilt
Let me swallow the bitter, stinging curses
Swallow, swallow, ease the pain
May solace never come
