Monday Guilt

Wash the blood from your hands
Let the water dilute the traces of sin
Diminished but not completely dissolved
The guilt of murder haunts deep within

Remember the bliss from the moment you saw
Life dimly fading from the victim's eye
Reaching out to the sky like a raven's muffled caw
Reaching out the heavens with a mournful sigh

As the sun sinks and darkness reigns
You open up a window, but Death's scent remains
So does the memory of the menacing gore
It plays over and over,
And it shall, forevermore..