Mr.Guilt

I hope he hangs over your shoulders
like the body you murdered
with those innocent eyes
that make people die, inside
 
a stabbing pain in the back of your head
like the knife you used to butcher your victim
with the sharpest look
each breath you took, poisonous crook
 
choking to death, splutter for words
like the cyanide you put in the tea
wiith a heart so loveless and black
nobody's coming back, you threw them off track
 
crying silently, breaking your heart
like the acid rain you left him in
with the lies you fed
he's better off dead
 
it's still breaking your heart, forever alone
like the bones you broke, and hid away
with too much love you gave
how you'd wished he'd stayed.