I wail in corruption,
Give up this inward fight,
I don't know,
And it's maddening,
When you can't see what's wrong or right
To know that bad exists,
And not recognise it's heart,
Even the eyes of the innocent,
Could pierce what my eyes can't.
I can't interpret evil,
I cannot sense the dark,
But I know that there are people,
Who think only of their heart.

Struggling very hard to understand my own feelings.