How best do I measure you?
Is your worthiness…
A cost for virtue?
Every trace of my being is laden with the commandment of remorse.
Magnificent is the blood on the hands that intercept its due course.
How typical your response!
‘We all do things we are ashamed of!’
What is the heft to the callous fist of hate?
How much the price to impede fate?
Such is this weighty scale.
Thinking too much.
Or, not all.
So little given to the limitless air.
When trading in love for despair.
How much for a wicked deed?