Guilt.

You hate yourself
there is no doubt,
hide behind madness
that you like to flout
the ugly poems
the gruesome scenes
is it made up
or in your genes
do you truly believe
in what you say
I doubt it very much
there's a much better way
take a good look
you may just find
the peace that you seek
in your own mind



about guilt and possible crimes.

You locked your heart in a shelf
only thinking of yourself
but this no simple sin
how did you think that you could win
not listening to me
thinking you are free
now you are falling to the ground
the landing makes some muffled sound
what were your reasons
just the changing seasons
or is the story going deeper
did you wanted to play the reaper
where you on a killing spree
but the person you hurt the most was me
in you I was believing
now look what I´m receiving
why did you murdered him
this is no simple sin


Murder

By me

change thought to think and do to did.

My shame is cold like a grave
But my lust is hot like an engine
With pistons that pump
And a heart that thumps to the beat
But I can’t wrap my head around

So I let my body fall in step
And I’ve lost the rhythm
And all I’m left with is my regrets
Can you hear the sound?

Ticking, I am ticking on
Automatic I am all the things I’ve done,
Set to explode I am ticking on...

What on earth can atone for all the wrong I’ve done?
From the depths, from your depths I’m crawling home again
Crawling home again

I’ve been thinking maybe I can make this right
In fact, I know that I’ve got to make this right
I'm done ****ing around with the guilt engine

Ticking, I am ticking on
Automatic I am all the things I’ve done
Set to explode I am ticking on
Like a bomb...

("The Guilt Engine" by Gatsbys American Dream... *shrug*)

c'mon AP thats a good poem but submit your own stuff!