Your crimes follow you
wherever you go.
You see them with your eyes closed
and without eyes
even when you rip your soul apart
they are still there,
lurking like vultures.
They are now trying to escape
from your mind
and they flap their wings in vain
like big birds trapped on a cage.
You pray and pray
to keep them tied up
until you break down.
Who is gonna pick up the pieces?