I see thee light,
You shine too brightly.
Mock me by day;
And taunt me nightly, Where I do go,
You follow in vain;
For I feel none,
But sorrow and shame.
Last year, or when?
Time bares no meaning.
All I do hear,
Is distant screaming.
By night; I dream
Of his bloodied chest.
By day; consumed
The guilt, too intense.
My blood runs black,
Mine soul is broken.
My throat pricks dry;
Of words failed spoken.
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