I am your conscience that makes your skin crawl.
I am your writ of execution for breaking The Law.
I am the gun you should put in your mouth.
I am the voice in your mind so you won't leave the house.
I am the sweat of shame falling from your brow.
I am the salt in your eyes now.
I am your custom made loafers falling apart.
I am the gaping hole where there should be your heart.
I am the sword confronting your death.
I am the pyrosis burning your chest.
I am the rock and the hard place.
I am a reminder of all your disgrace.
I am your darkness and your fear.
I am the pool collecting the tears
of all of the people that you harm.
Around your neck, a bad luck charm.
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