Atonement

Strange,
How the Littliest things can
Haunt one's dreams.

Guilt,
Festering in the back
Of one's mind.

Just one small sin
Drenched in black
That lingers and scratches
Screeches and stabs
At one's life.

From time to time
One can still see her eyes.
When the night peaks
In the ridance of companion.

What he wants most
IS for his mistake
to be erased
Impossible.
So he sits out the night