Guilt.

The nightmares are haunting me once again.
The same premonitions that i had back then.

The irises, appearing in my dark, twisted dreams.
Forwarning me of the sickly-rising schemes.

My guilt is something i want to erase.
I see the death so clearly, as my heart begins to race.

I feel it was my fault before, for i never got to say goodbye.
But trust me this time, i won't leave you here to die.