Its wrestling with an emotion unheard of
A guilt that has been burned up,
transferred up and stirred up.
An abandonment to an unknown promise.
So loyalty turns into the memory– abyss.
You no longer have my word,
truth spoken, truth heard.
I am detached from your world.
Words disillusioned and swirled.
Not attached to the words, that slip my mouth.
My moral compass doesn’t point due –south.
I still love what is you, my thoughts are askew.
I’ve ruined not only me, but the name of you.
I bow my head for forgiveness, and my words
Im sorry for the evil that spurred from my tongue,
I am naive and young.
Not pure as I pretend to be,
Guilt, I wish to be set free.