Guilt...
It is the color of a dark shadow, forever lingering over you.
Its heat is the sandy desert with no water, but just a mere mirage.
It freezes the heart like an icy blizzard battering your face with pain.
It sounds like the eerie silence of a deserted island...a deserted heart.
It tastes bittersweet, like the blood bitten into your skin.
It smells like the smoke of an eternal fire, burning within you.
Its looks are a grim cloud, always pouring fear around you, soaking you with unhappiness.
It feels like the point of a nail, biting into your flesh.
Its movement is a creeping serpent, sliding its way through your weak soul, waiting to strike.
Its heat is the sandy desert with no water, but just a mere mirage.
It freezes the heart like an icy blizzard battering your face with pain.
It sounds like the eerie silence of a deserted island...a deserted heart.
It tastes bittersweet, like the blood bitten into your skin.
It smells like the smoke of an eternal fire, burning within you.
Its looks are a grim cloud, always pouring fear around you, soaking you with unhappiness.
It feels like the point of a nail, biting into your flesh.
Its movement is a creeping serpent, sliding its way through your weak soul, waiting to strike.
