blood upon the hands...a poem.

crimson stain,
burgundy hue,
blood...how it stains the hands.
of the innocent?
of the guilty?
only GOD knows for certain
who bears the bloody hands...

was it something i said?
was it something i did or didn't do?
i...
i wear the bloody hands,
for i am the guilty party...

the blood that stains my hands
is the blood of those i have passed by;
silent,
apathetic,
i pass...

how i want the blood removed!
and,
by GOD's grace,
the blood is removed with more blood...