I know it.
I feel it.
I breath it.
It never stops
gnawing away at me.
I shake myself to cast out the demons,
but Guilt never leaves;
it sticks and flows through my very blood,
traps my soul and crushes it.
A devil within me, laughing, taunting;
crying out my name.
Torturing my brain with flashes of the past.
Telling me to think of all the people I have maimed.
'Jenny, Jenny, Jenny is dead.
Murdered by someone,
with a guilty head.
If the police find her they'll lock her away,
For absolution,
she'd better pray...'
