Those vicious memories kept clashing in,
Inside my mind full of repentance and sin.
No matter how many times I tried to forget,
They only drown me with either pain or regret.

The little candle made a faint glow amidst darkness,
On a cold, forsaken room of hate and resentfulness.
I just missed the warmth, I missed the bliss,
I missed the love and warm tender kiss.

I gazed at the picture frames stacked on the wall,
Staring at an image of a little girl clutching a ball.
Another frame where a maiden stood still,
Beside a man, together in front of a windmill.

I looked around the filthy old house with no sound or life,
And caught a glimpse of an evil bloodstained knife.
Then a sudden tear of guilt cascaded from my eye,
When I remembered a little girl's sharp, grievous cry.

I felt so weak, and my hands began trembling,
"What did I do?" I was questionably muttering.
With a glance of an eye, I lost them two,
Just because of violence, and a fight we've been through.