I cleansed my hands of corruption today
For I had done a filthy deed
I gazed into the mirror
I saw corruptions seed
In harvest of its fruits
My ends justified my means
And although there's not a mark
I'll not be truly clean
You may question what I did
But it is my belief
That it's better to feel something
Even if it makes you bleed
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
I cleansed my hands of corruption today
For I had done a filthy deed
I gazed into the mirror
I saw corruptions seed
In harvest of its fruits
My ends justified my means
And although there's not a mark
I'll not be truly clean
You may question what I did
But it is my belief
That it's better to feel something
Even if it makes you bleed
There lies a sense of resignation, of guilt, of hatred and emotions, where previously there were none. My selfish actions have hurt another, and I am sorry for that
But glad to feel again
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