Remorse - Sam Phillips

Pulling the trigger

a shot would fire then he’d wake

To red lips above him smeared

with scorn and stale restraint

She covered him with pity

like a snake about to strike

And then pronounced him hopeless

When he wouldn’t do as she would like

He’s so sorry he can’t feel remorse

He tries to keep the helpless ship on course

The blameless sky pales as a storm comes

Taking it by force

He’s so sorry

Flashes of justice

after all she’d done for him