In the wrong

I am in the wrong
I’m drowned in sin
The biggest enemy is the one within
The heart is deceitful
Vomiting excuses
My soul is aching and full of bruises
The only option maybe to flee
Because while in tangled possession
Secrets feed this Shakespeare like obsession
Full of shame
Regret, remorse,
Running on a desolate course
That dead ends in to empty hands
Broken hearts and shattered virtue
How late is too late to undo?

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