Guilty

Once again, I don't know what I did, but it must be something really wrong. I feel guilty.

Another forbidden passage:
"I listen to the wind flowing out, cracking my head;
it takes bits of my soul away.
If tonight death is sweetly slow...
Life, take me, deliver me into my tragic fate."
Remember, nobody's read this.

*I wonder why the things that fill me with a strange joy or delight are just the same that can make so sad... Well, I didn't even know they could make me cry. Ohhh, here's one I already knew of