This weight gets heavier as the days get longer.
Everyone says it was an accident, but I know better since I’m the one who did it.
I was an admirer.
Some might say a little to obsessed.
So obsessed, that I went crazy and. Killed. You.
When I was done I threw you in a pit.
I sat down and cried, knowing what I did.
My game went a bit to far...
Now I live with the guilt of that day.
Heavy on my shoulders and back.
I am an egomaniac.
To worried about satisfying my needs to kill you.
Now I need it to end.
All this pressure.
Rising, rIsInG, RISING!
I have had enough. It’s to much to bare.
“I’m sorry for the sin I have committed...
Please forgive me for my wrong doings”
Were my last words. Set in stone where I lay.