Hellish Conscience

Conscience is the worst kind of hell

It eats you alive
Making you remember all the wrong things you did
Keeping you from sleeping
Not letting you relax.

It tortures you with those voices in your head
Accusing you
Screaming at you
Calling you names.

It becomes unbearable
You can't even look at yourself in the mirror
With the guilt marked in your face and despair in your eyes
With your body defeated by remorse.

Conscience is the worst kind of hell
There's no escape from it