Depth

Are those tears of guilt I see,
running down your face?
Your blood-stained hands
and wounded face,
telling more than you would want.

You carry many burdens,
that much i can tell,
but do you really want to follow the path,
all the way to hell?

You try to lie,
through your teeth,
but end up simply failing.
Because you know I see beyond,
your soul, there's no mistaking.