Confession Salvation

I have always felt guilty for what I am or feel. I don't even know what it is. I look up at this person. I don't know who he is. Maybe he's judgment or guilty. I'm tired and want it to stop, this feeling, these feelings. The person takes his sword and pierces my heart with it. I've felt this before, will I die? I remember, may I finally die? The pain its almost comforting. I deserve this agony. Finally I can die. No! I can't die. I don't deserve this. This pain it hurts, not from the sword. I've felt this before, I will not feel it again. I look in the person's face. It's not judgment, it's guilt. I'm tired of feeling guilty. So let me bleed. I'll bleed my sin all over this place. Its so pure and guiltless, crimson. I am sin. So judgment me with your sword, but I will not die only bleed. Let me bleed, I am free, I am saved.