Guilty

He sat alone.
His simple heart beating out a rhythm,
An, even repetitive rhythm,
One, two,
One, two,
They say that simple minds satisfy simple hearts,
His mind was anything but complicated,
Yet his heart was far from satisfied,
His heart longed for one destiny,
Though reality was manifesting him another,
He ached and longed for the sense of euphoria,
But darkness was all that prevailed,
The light at the end of the tunnel was fading,
Simmer and dimmer,
Until it ceased to exist,
The world seemed to close in around him,
Blanketing and protecting him,
Trying to block out one simple word,
One simple phrase,
One simple sound,
Something so simple yet so destructive,
"Guilty".