Dare I wear a suit so white, clean, and starched?
I know my hands are stained with Blood
Though I wash them by day and by night..
Proper etiquette and diction,
Impeccable airs and graces,
Can’t take my misdeed away.
I don’t see it in the mirror
Because the truth will never show
In a mirror.
I see it well in a photo though.
The camera never lies.
Blood is invisible in a mirror,
Especially when spilled by a
Prim and proper gentleman,
But the camera must never lie.