Now you know

Ive laid kneck deep in sand.
Laid for days with bad intentions in hand.

When the evil is done and i return home.
Part of me has died there leaving me at times alone.

My mind it drifts to the scenarios that play over and over again.
Lost to the evil i bare as my sin.

Suppose to have feelings well into the zero.
Why its killed me to be called a hero.

Sometimes a necessary evil we men do.
Yet we arent gods and the pain stays true.

Im haunted in mind.
No matter how many times ive crossed that line.

If not for the three i probably would not be.
Yet im not a hero just a pile of sins that created me.