_{Darkness clouds my vision
As I look up to the ceiling
I'm lost in my thoughts
Confused and feel guilty about my past actions}

_{They say I'm deceitful
For I carry the hearts of men in my palms
When did being friendly become a sin too?
Or am I truly guilty or this is just some guilt trip game}

_{Antagonizing the hunches of men and actions
For they've forced me to curl up into my shell
Turned deaf ears to the chit chats and company of these crew
As I wished for the vultures to feed on their foul spew}

_{Death was not the answer though
I chose not to consume these hearts I carried
Rather I cared for each as much as I could
Men thought wrongly, and I have nothing to prove}

_{Actions speak louder than words
Good deeds speak for themselves
Pure love is capable of cleansing those stained hearts
My words weren't just enough, but maybe my actions can!!!}

...@mizdais...