A Killer's Guilt
By Riley O
Published 22 September 2023
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