Vandal Angst

The guilt, dripping from my wounded heart,
The investigation avails to coincidence
And my mind writhes, fumbling at the thought. 
Then the call and my alibi faded, a mirage in desert sun.

My eyes focuses on the lethality of guilt,
 I can feel my back ache in the comfort
 and security of my bed. 

Tomorrow is my birthday
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