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The bitter cold in my heart
Explains the guilt and the fault.
That's all I can say at the time.
Even as I can see that misguiding shine,
In your eyes
And the despise,
It shows.
You can't hide the pride,
And satisfaction you get
From filling me with regret.
You were the culprit
And I was the witness.
Don't hide your innocence,
Don't try it.
I won't buy it.
I stare down while writing,
Seeing sillhouettes striding
I think the one approaching is you,
But the people out of the blue
Are innocent.
You, my enemy, are the culprit,
And I am the witness.
It's okay if you don't confess.
Your heart will eventually burst,
If I don't kill it first.