Stained
By: Rem Saverem
Author's Note: This poem is dedicated to one of my awesomest friends and fellow Trigun lover, Rashaka! I know you love Wolfwood and you asked me to write you a poem about him, so here it is buddette! Enjoy!
I wash my hands
In the pool of Holy
But my skin is still stained with pain
Heavy sins push down on my shoulders
Making me stagger with my beliefs
To hold the cold weapon in my hands
Made every bad thing disappear
And my heart seemed innocent and clean
I wash my hands
In the pool of Holy
But my skin is still stained with hate
My burdens grew strong
Making me grow weak
Unsure of the true path,
The cold weapon led me down the wrong
But my mind told me it was right
I wash my hands
In the pool of Holy
But my skin is still stained with shame
Hiding my sins in the shadows
My profession starting to feel feign
The cold weapon killing all of my unease
It felt right, but he told me it was wrong
I wash my hands
In the pool of Holy
But my soul is still stained with sin