Sin Seen

I always regret,
Words that I utter like a threat.
Suddenly upset,
Breathing through my cigarette.

I’m a child,
Imagination running wild.
Nowhere to hide,
Keeping my thoughts exiled.

Torn by rose’s thorns,
Tempted by his pointy horns.
Bound by promises I’ve sworn,
I’m nothing but food for worms.

Guilt is gnawing my peace,
The night is my enemy.
Praying for my release,
In the prison I built called insanity.

Silent whispers of doubt to my ears,
Chilling and haunting like my fears.
My life is a tragic tale of Shakespeare’s,
Ends with death and cold, silent cheers.