I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done, that I’ve done.
I feel guilty for the deeds I’ve committed.
I feel filthy inside and the persons I’ve hurt
Can now see me in plight while I creep through the dirt –


I apologize for the lies.
I apologize for my sins.
I apologize for the fights.
I apologize for my being
What’s within.

Paining remorse bites my soul, spikes my spirit and breeds holes.
It devours ailing goals, leaves no remnants.
Throbs like vomit inside, will un-swallow my pride
As plain, putrid denial, by simply scraping its hide off –


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