Remorse. Such a childish, worthless word To many it cuts deep Though not deeper than other scars Betrayal. Bitter and acidic Always hidden; never expected Its wounds never heal Trust. Only broken, always taken Hurt. Leads to madness Makes insanity Is a friend to my vanity It all adds up It all has a cost It all piles up An impenetrable wall It runs forever in muddled minds Slowly twisted – just like mine Eventually insanity, madness, delirium, Finally changed into what I’ve become A cold, ruthless machine of murder Time
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