Guilt

There's Guilt in every word I speak,
Guilt in every act I commit.
Every inch of my wretched soul, wretched body,
holds the stench of guilt.
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In my court;
The blood is my jury,
and blade my judge.
Tears are my witnesses,
and memory my lawyer.
My memory was not persuading enough to the blade,
Not enough there to prove life is sweet and innocent.
The blood converses as it flows down my arms to the floor.
The tears speak, they speak the truth;
There is no happiness.
Nothing but sadness have shed from these eyes.
"GUILTY!" my blade screams,
'Guilty is she! And now a death sentencing is what I shall promise thee!'
The bailiff comes to take me away;
As my wrists are cuffed, I look to him for pity;
Only to see the grim reaper smiling back at me.
I'm lying in my cell awaiting for the sentence to follow through.
I feel my body running cold,
As my blood is left in the court with the blade.
No warmth inside me, no life left;
Except the faint beating of my heart.
Through the window I see the moon and stars;
 Moon, full as can be, and the stars shinning bright as new.
All taking the look of freshness and purity on this dredful yet relieving night.
The Reaper has returned to take me away,
I now close my eyes to give life the sweet kiss of a last goodbye,
Only to hear the faint whisper of a dear freind,
 Whisper into my ear as if he was there once more again.
'I love you.'
The words I've waited to hear for oh so long,
 With a sigh and a smile;
I leave this world happy as if I were living in his arms once more again.