heavy heart
dragging along this dark path
slowly being ripped apart
the reality of this love is too harsh

hands are bloodied
looking at the bodies
that i have killed
in order to breathe again
and im now just the shell of who i used to be
now the ghosts of who we used to be is haunting me
lost the way home
and whats left of me is just my bitter soul

did i do something wrong?
did i act on impulse?
common sense lost
save myself with the hums of this lullaby song

broken clocks still tick
blood still stains after i have washed it off
staining my white cloth
thе guilt doesn’t stop
left with the corpsеs that i cant bury
to me they still breathe
not letting me sleep

the rain
clouds over me
washes my shame
but my guilt is what stays the same
forever stained
with the memories
of the lives i broke
just to roam free again
and now im just the shell of someone i desired to be
did i act on impulse?
did i tie my noose
or was it already set for me
was it fate
or was this wait
something i caused
turned myself in
in my sleep
that i finally was able to meet
this is killer’s remorse