What is guilt?
Guilt is a phyric victory
It’s a black dot in the sun,
A gust of cold wind in paradise
It’s your lover’s fading from her face,
Leaving nothing but the question,
Should I?
If you shall, all you’ve ever wanted is yours,
But that Black spec will forever be on the sun, forever in your view
Tainting your light
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