Who Knows How It Feels?

Cold sweats in the dark; memories of dark rooms, single moon beams. This he must be guilty for.

Once upon a time he had a love, her hair was fair, her looks were free, he skin was white as leprosy; and he harmed her beyond repair.

It had happened before, a long time before; except this time he actually loved her. He cared; but was overtaken by lust, carnal wants.

A thousand freinds telling him not to worry.

"Bury your past"

"You're a different person"

How many of them beleive what comes out of their own mouths? He lies in forlorn stupor; cored out, unable to function; his skin chills, he feels every cell in his body all at once leave him; an empty shell litters the hallway. To him, his judgement seems to be nothing but fire and brimstone; but he knows that his actions were wrong, and that he deserves everything he's gotten.

And there he lay until the firey orb rose again.