Razor blade eyes graze deep in the sin
Exposing the tarnished rust underneath
Dead layers of poison blushed rosy skin. 

Relive
Each
Day

Remorse slathers its thick tongue against
Every inch of your grimacing, paling face.
Detached enough to only feel the spite. 

Regret
Every
Decision

Rehearse the pleas for mercy at the sight of
Extraction devices seeking to remove the
Decaying truth from the depths of your memory. 

Recognise
Empty
Deeds

Realise that the crimson wound in your chest
Echoes with the wishes that you had started
Dying before you stopped the others from living.