the personification of guilt by the guilty

edzakry what it sounds like

i am a ghost town

and every house within.

i am demon tongue,

spoken unknown by the ghosts,

heard only by the wind.

i am that wind,

carrying the words

only to let them fall

on def ears and return

crying in shame.

i am sorrow incarnate,

left to run amok in the streets,

gnash teeth, but not feed.

i am loss and desperation,

hungering for hopeful eyes to darken.

i am courage dancing

between your fingers before

falling to the ground like sand.

i am every crow

that ever circled,

wishing for a living thing to die.

i am dust

i am ash

i am the cleansing fire.

i am the whisper on the wind

feard by the liar.

i am truth.