The Battleground

Wipe the blood from your hands,
And the dirt from your smile.
Over and over and over you wash,
Left over, no lover for you to love.
Particular and patient, remove the dirt,
Dirt from your hands and evil from your heart.
Can you see the remnants of what you were?
Can you see the forgiveness,
At the base of your bones?
Over and over and over you scrub,
The blood away, let it wash away.
Frozen in time, an instant you knew,
The life of others ended so blue.
Their lips that were, so subtle and rich,
Filled with deceit, hate, and more of your trip.
Over and over and over you stare,
Into the mirror and see your despair.
Every flaw and imperfection brought a new,
Understanding of souls and their talisman too.