Innocent burial

I see no end to this black fading wind
the shadows of the storm are broken
the river it carries the bodies of the shattered
it carries them away.
their whispers are buried and not spoken awoken
leave them to rot by the bay
no one cares no one will find them
no one will search for their souls
who has witnessed this portrayal of evil?
they are floating farther away
but what kind of evil is this?
its my kind of evil
an evil so great and so powerful
you cannot bear it
only the truly wicked cant take what i give
its wrong the way i live
i fall to my knees,feel it all slipping away
i follow those lost ones down the river
I'm coming
my guilt kicks in i cannot bear what I've done
the water tastes of salty blood
its a mixture of blood and filth
i retch as i smell it
I CANT TAKE THE SMELL OF IT!
I'll die as the innocent just have