Heartless– Cold Hands– Chapter 15, Guilt (Poem)

Y'know, that red stuff that goes through veins?

Y’know, that red stuff that goes through veins?

So another poem you say? The answer would be yep. I present to you “Guilt”, the poem for chapter 15 of Cold Hands. Don’t ask me what it’s about ’cause I won’t tell you, and yeah, don’t state the obvious either. I know it’s obvious. XP Anyway, it’s short, and for that I apologize, but when you have giant two thousand word chapters, it helps if you have short 65 word poems to contrast them. But I digress, enjoy this little work of poetry. 🙂

The screaming of a thousand voices

All inside his head

Each accusing him of bad choices

So many lie dead

Everything completely his alone

Every transgression

He bears a frigid mask made of stone

To hide his treason

None know he is the one who did it

More than blood was spilt

There is not a thing that will acquit

He’s still bound by guilt

Tours yruly

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