Guilt of a Conscious

Your words, your trust,
they vanished before dusk.
The opaque faith,
has made your say a waste.

Love, marriage, union,
-- just an intrusion.
Compassion, caution, worry,
part of you left in a hurry.
The rest stayed to torture me with fury.

Look at me, do you fear?
It is not me, nor my eyes.
It is not me, it is you with lies.
Fear felt as you look at me,
is the dangers you release.

You forever hung your mirror,
let your actions be what you see.
Afterall, that is what you see in me.
May it be your guilt,
may it be primitive filth, it is still your taint soul you search within me.

Misdirected blame, it is your life you must clean.
Cleanse what is already clean, you are left to shame,
As you cleanse the clean, the pure will disappear,
Yet it is still you who created your fear.