Is It Guilt

Is it guilt
That makes you run around
To make me fall in love with you?

Is it strength in will
Making others look down
And fall in love the way they do?

Is it the milk
Of pride and greed that brings about
Its heartless wounds through and through?

When do you suppose that I'll awake
To see that blood runs deep below the waves
To see that stricken arrows are of my own mistake
To see that nature is disguised by misused rage
To fear no more the tigers I must learn to imitate?

Is it the end for me
When I wish no longer to interject
With the dignity of stillness and humility?

Is it iniquity
Of my place on earth deemed so exact
That only in sleep could I dream of an open sea?

Is it only pity
That makes my love seem like facts
And the world spin round in enigmatic honesty?

When do you suppose I'll ever show loyalty?
When remorse grips her iron hand with cold veracity?
When wisdom wastes her spirits bent with treachery?
When hard breath strains the hounds of an unjust fury?
Where my spirit's poor and fooled by complacency?

Is it remorse
That I know you for truth
And know you as the lies I tell myself?

Is it a closed door
When you know how cruel
Are the deeds that I claimed I never dealt?

Is there nothing more
Left for me to prove?
Can I repair the consequence of a guilty mind?