Remorse

Remorse often comes too late

Just like my country’s police force

Only when we’re caught

When we’re stained

Clothed in shame

Soaked deep in the mud

Then and only then

We search for whom to share our shame with

First we begin with lucifer

We forget we had choices

To or not to

But it doesn’t matter anymore does it

You lived through the course of action

I’m dead sure you’ll live through the sentence

Whatever it may be

However it might be