Conscience

The dark dungeons of my heart,
Have started whispering again,
Of sins, of my haunted past,
Of the bloody unwashed stain.

I ran from it, from pole to pole,
To leave it far behind.
But it chases me, with mocking glee,
To pay me back in kind.

The skeletons of my shady past
Scream at me again
The grim murals of the dungeon walls
Are driving me insane

When darkness descends on the heart,
The horror slowly unfolds
Film by film, my sins of yore,
The heart dreadfully beholds

One can fool the world around
But none can fool the self
It wounds and hurts, kills your peace,
And none shall come for help.