A Killer's Guilt

Slowly walking the streets

Even though it’s a bright sunny day

I feel as dark as night

Wood chips on my hands

Chainsaws roaring in the distance

The lighting making me feel sad

Even melancholy

In my early days

My life was tough

As tough as leather straps

In my early days, my beloved sitting tree was cut

As I walked through the quiet gloomy streets

I knew how it felt to be them

Which is quiet and depressing

But it’s what I signed up for

For some reason, I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt

Because of the life I built