House of guilt
Haunted,
By the mistakes
Of my past
Walls of denial
Can’t hold off
These ghosts
Of all the wrong choices
That I made
I lock all the doors and windows to my soul
But they still seem to find a way
To enter into my head
The bed of defiance that I sleep on
Creaks with the weight of my remorse
Spirits of misjudgments
Haunt even now.
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