Like a sinking ship, I feel its grip.

Around my throat, like a tightening coat.

It builds pressure, so I write this letter.

It weighs on my conscience, you shall see that I am monstrous.

I know it’s just for me, my only chance to be free.

That I tell you my troubling curse, so I won’t wind up in a hearse.

It won’t offer you any comfort, to find out I am the culprit.

But I pray it clears my soul, and all the lives I stole.