The Jurist

The light of day seem too bright for my face
I’ll retire to darkness, a home in the chamber of hate
A new dawn is another page, but these verses don’t change
A heart that once loved is now a home for nightmares
Since memories became torture, the next breathe scares
My heart fray and its colors turn pale, fast fade
A sadness orchestrated by pain in melodies of sins committed
Lying motionless, tears sliding down my face, a known motion
The mass of memory reach depths destructive, a minded hell
A hand stretched out, a thirst for saving, a gasp for grace
For deliverance I wait in a queue of regret and self-hate
Suffocating in remorse, with a desire for life to deflate
The truth can’t set me free, the sparrow of guilt will find me
Fate defined by the hangman’s roster, life soon will deny me
Wages for things I have done, repentance a mountain before me
Delete, edit, cut, eject, bury the guilt, seek reprieve
As demons climb up my tears into my head, birthing fear
An eternal sentence awaits, a rest in heaven, agony in hell.