Remorse

Flesh hangs
From the barbs that were once my fingers
What is the beast I’ve become?
I cry for the blood to fill my veins
Rather then become rust upon my bones
To call back time
To be what I was
Is this remorse?


Bones break
In the abyss of my dark chambers
What is the beast I’ve become?
I long for the sight of one beloved
Rather than the sight of this empty tomb
Oh, to tell her what I couldn’t
To rest forever knowing that she knew
Is this remorse?

Skin rots
In this prison of a coffin
What is the beast I’ve become?
The fool I was to think I’d live forever
Always depending on tomorrow
Oh for one more moment
To breathe, to move, to live
Is this remorse?


Organs mold
In the still crypt of my eternity
What is the beast I’ve become?
I lie here with a final wish
To undo what never should have been done
My final regret
That I never looked back
And now, that’s all I can do
Is this remorse?

Corpse decaying
All that’s left of my being
This is the beast I have become
Never moving
Never living
I took life for granted
And now I have been claimed by fate
Having nothing but regrets
This is remorse

The remorse of the dead