Adonis Ian Black
Guilt is a heavy feeling, deep and brutal and so very tiring. It's like carrying a mountain on your shoulders, a sinking boat in your chest and a knot much too big in your throat. It grows and multiplies, plucking and scratching at your mental walls and petting and nurturing your inner demons to perfection. It keeps ticking in your mind, much like the sound of that annoying wall clock most of us had in our childhood; it keeps reminding you of your wrong choices at every turn you take. It's sickly but it's human.
It's nice as long as you can earn forgiveness, redeem your bad deeds. It's nice.
But if you don't find it's fix sooner, it starts eating you inside out, chomping on your self hate until you're hollow inside. It's cries echo in your hollow frame then, reverberati
