[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Burning with Guilt

Burning up with a crimson dread
The flames of desire have quelled and left
Guilt causes through you like an furious serpent
And your heart calls shrilly: "bloody murder!"
The flames of guilt has filled your life
This is wrath's special scythe
You are burning
Burning with guilt

Thoughts, you think, they don't stop
All the things you should have done differently
But what we really forget in our incognetive state
Is that we are deluded by our eye's bleeding
Burning up, sizzling in the scorching tempest of guilt
When we never did anything to deserve this flu
In fact, the worst form of guilt, the greatest shame
Is guilt for something you did not truly do

Guilt for an insignificant matter of self-pity
This burning feeling for what you never committed
How could you betray yourself in such a way?
To walk up to the flaming chair you choose to sit in
And honest guilt is something you truly deserve
And the flames will purge the last of it
But there should never be any guilt
In your happiness