On denoting survivor's guilt.
A waking nightmare
And with every second to regret and repent
It only grows into a surreal reality.
Staring me down like the feral wolf
Sneaky, savage, strange, yet all too dangerous
Chasing the sin of the strong innocent.
When the stone that is memory etched
Crumbles from time's enduring work
I will be a bird, flying freely, soaring from the guilt of the innocent survivor
But that day is the time of no return, and I will Endure.