As I sit in a room of many faces
Thoughts run through my mind
As they stare at me in judgement
The curtains of my guilt wrap around me in disgrace
Lies I have told, truths I have hid
The walls are crumbling, my secrets revealed
The accusations fly, as I seem to have no defense
The curtains of my guilt, tangle me in its grasp
Can I ever be forgiven, for the many deeds I have done?
Or be doomed to eternal damnation for my many sins?
Is there a way to turn back time, and away run
From these painful curtains of my guilt, weighing me down
As I try to face my inner demons, and look to the skies
The curtains of my guilt bind me, like a prisoner on trial
They show me no mercy, and refuse to let me go
Curses hang in the air, as I cry foul and woe
Maybe one day I will find my way to redemption
And throw the curtains of my guilt to the ground
My heart free of fear, and restored from the fires of hell
On that day my peace shall be found.
As I sit in a room of many faces
The space between the two is thin,
A line so fine, it’s hard to see.
One step in either direction,
And you’re no longer what you used to be.
The innocent are quick to judge,
The guilty quick to hide.
But who is truly right or wrong?
Who can say with certainty?
The truth is, we all fall somewhere
In between the two extremes.
We all have our moments of weakness,
Our moments of sin.
So let’s not be so quick to judge,
Let’s not be so quick to hate.
Let’s try to understand,
And let’s try to forgive.
Because in the end, we’re all just human,
Trying to make our way through this life.
And we all deserve a second chance,
No matter what we’ve done.
A deed undone, a weight to bear,
A burden heavy, hard to share,
Regret and guilt, a constant scare,
A haunting past, that’s always there.
The chance was missed, the moment gone,
The consequence, forever on,
A life now lived with what went wrong,
A melody without its song.
The deed undone, a lesson learned,
A heart now wiser, bridges burned,
A future bright, yet still concerned,
A path ahead, yet unreturned.
A polite murderer, so charming and sweet,
Deception and manipulation, his favorite treat.
With a smile on his face, and a twinkle in his eye,
He lures in his prey, with a cunning lie.
His guilt and conscience, they’re buried deep,
For the evil within him, it’s too dark to keep.
Sinister and twisted, his mind is a maze,
As he plots and plans, his next victim’s fate.
Beware of the polite killer, for he’s always around,
Hiding in plain sight, without making a sound.
His charm and manipulation, they’re his greatest tool,
As he preys on the innocent, like a heartless ghoul.
The fingers all point to me, with accusation and blame,
Responsibility and accountability, they’re not the same.
Guilt and shame, they weigh heavy on my heart,
As I struggle to deny, and make excuses to depart.
But the consequences of my actions, they cannot be ignored,
Judgment and perception, they cannot be restored.
For the fingers all point to me, and the truth is clear,
I must face the music, and accept what I fear.
I feel a knot in my stomach
As I face the unpleasant truth
The reality is harsh and bitter
And I can’t swallow it smooth
I feel a pain in my chest
As I deal with the heavy guilt
The consequences are dire and lasting
And I can’t mend what I’ve spilt
I feel a throb in my head
As I cope with the constant stress
The pressure is overwhelming and crushing
And I can’t find any rest
I feel a visceral discomfort
As I live with the dark regret
The past is haunting and taunting
And I can’t ever forget