MurdererA Poem by TiRays of light, Flickering, Coming and going as they please, Wearied, glancing over into nothingness, Pitch black, They have come to receive me, Take me away, To punish me, To pull me down, to the depths of despair, I tightly grip, wanting life, I shall not surrender to their evil, They will not taint me with their blood, Red, crimson blood, stained, Everywhere I look, Reflected in my eyes, I fear most, that light, Which chases after me, I am alone, Helpless and afraid, With unforgotten memories of death, My hands... painted red, Raw and fresh, What... have I done? Lives lost, By these bloodied hands... These poor, unfortunate souls.
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