The Burial of Guilt

The death of guilt is slow and unique
It poisons the soul,
for having been privy to a vice
A hollow tunnel of darkness within, that resides
A vacuum that one holds inside

Do we realize the teaching that sinning is sinister in the face of opportunity?
Are we testing the strength of our will?
Or the strength of a learning we never did internalize

Circumstance as an alibi – does it suffice?
Perhaps it superficially clears the haze
A haze that descended on the ideology to which we subscribe.

The archfiend, dawns the garb of our hearts to which we comply
The appeal to the darker side
To which our personage we sacrifice

The death of guilt is elusive and impalpable
When in infancy we nurture it with tender love and care
As it matures, it begins to dwindle as we tread on our way
The death of guilt is unabashed and unapologetic
As it begins to wane
Atrophying what one was
In the event of death of guilt
a vivacious cycle of veniality emanates to which one once again falls prey