Trip of The Guiltfed Souls

Chase this guilt with fear of never wanting to reflect it through somber eyes. It left you a black soul, curled up and whistling itself to sleep. Running a blade along it's veins of purity. Watch the lines bald like a fist, breaking apart and away while you pant and sweat out your lies. It feeds on your black soul, shooting off it's innocence like a pistol, shooting the blanks of blame at those who stand in street. mighty spray of bullets hitting the ghosts. are you done killing the choice? did you full up the void in your grace? or do you still fill empty? all those shiftless faces emptying you out and filling you with blame. you wraith through the emptiness. and let the darkness grip your eyes. it's starting to resemble a gauntlet and you're starting to feel like you've already been in this place. The touch is gone. the selfishness had filled your throat with their blood. now swallow it all. burn the trails that you've made so you can't be haunted down by the trip of the guiltfed souls.