The minutes tick by painfully
and I wonder if God will hate me for doubting him
I glance back wary of Karma slinking in the shadows, waiting to pounce and gobble up my sins and spit them back at my face
The soul churns and guilt gnaws at my thoughts, chewing each one slowly, savoring each prick, each worry, simmering them till they bubble and boil over
Is this the hell I have created?
Will you hate me for the hurt I have caused you?
Will you hate me for how dirty I have become.
