The ashes of many in the smoke,
The crying whispers of my silhouette,
On that day I finally broke,
Everything lead to regret,
All I could see,
In the corner of my eye,
Was you jumping in glee,
As people started to die,
I cared more,
Than you will in your lifetime,
I was crying on the floor,
While you were at your prime,
I stuck with you,
Even if it traumatised me,
I couldn't press undo,
Nore could I be set free,
Guilt swarmed my brain,
While you kept a smile,
I was in pain,
When you were hostile,
Seeing your victim run,
Trying their best to get away,
To you it was fun,
Ending their horrific day,
During the fire,
We set ourself,
I was an emotional crier,
While you were acting yourself,
As we hid from the police,
Blood on our shirt,
Wrecking the peace,
From the people we hurt,
All you did was look at me,
As you got out a knife,
You could have let me be,
But you felt the need to end my life,
As you stabbed me in the back,
I was left on the floor,
I was a maniac,
Left at the devil's door...
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Blood On My Hands
PoesíaPoems and the odd stories✍ ----- FYI- .)TW negative / sad subjects .) large range of subjects .) I may change or widen the aspects of each .)I'll post whenever in whatever quantity... maybe ill try and sort out my schedule . Thank you and I hope yo...
