When will the horror end. <br />I've killed my only friend. <br />I'm dying in the park. <br />I can't see in the dark. <br />I want to face the fact. <br />But my whole heart is black. <br />I'm hanging from the tree. <br />From guilt, death set me free.<br /><br />Aidan Ross<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/guilt-4/
