I look at you, and in your eyes
I see me. What I've always seen.
You see a Stain.
Of darkness over me.
The Stain you perceive
In its deceptively
deceiving nature
Overwhelms you - fooling not your eye,
But unveiling instead 
The darkness in your heart.

I can't see your heart
And I don't need to. Your eyes betray
That you are Stained.
It shows only when you see mine;
Unconsciously, the memories stir
abandoned to the laws
of those who came before
or perhaps laws more personally defined.
But definition is not necessary.

My Stains are permanent, 
beyond mere
Erasing - 
Yet time and deeds
Can cure others.
Lend me your time, 
Time to prove that
My Stain is no brand.
Allow my deeds to reveal
that Your Stain is unfounded.