Somber

I'm sorry, sometimes I say things I don't mean for the sake of inflicting pain, spitting venom without realizing it until it's done. Wishing too see reflected in others the hurt I see inside me, in a frail attempt to lighten this burden. It doesn't, plus it accommodates guilt. Oh sweet guilt, for what I did, what I didn't do, what I could have done, what I thought of doing, but mostly for what I feel. No, I have no need for any more guilt inside, but I keep on deserving it. As for my cruel words I fear if they're just a sign of weakness or true nature. Fight it as you might, whenever we act on impulse we can't hide who we are. Revenge tastes better than ever, satisfaction that's your's for the taking, within your reach every time you carelessly forget to bind your arms behind your back. And there you have it, your dark side has surfaced yet again, you won't ever achieve an absolution greater than your sins so why do you still bother to chase after the righteous thing to do? When all is said and done, this desire for redemption will be your demise. It already is...