September

It's not so simple
This feeling of guilt
Not just emotion
But a physical tilt
Wounds begin form
As blood curves its way
This pain I've inflicted
To wash all away
In a red liquid shower
Sorry wasn't enough
As you had said
Now I'm trapped in these cuffs
Bound to submission
And submission, as did
Was what I committed
As the knife lay hid
Coughing up blood
From the torment that lies
Like the pain of my guilt
Played in your demise
And your demise
Like the blood I have shed
Remains in a sequence
Trapped in my head
And there it remains
Until I lay dead