thsi one is a bit darker, i got the idea from thsi one friend on deviant art and blah blah blah here it is, least favorite so if you hate it like me i don't mind... whatevers....
What have I become?
What have I done?
My shirt is soaked with someone else’s blood
My pants, shoes, sword, gun
Covered in the nasty red liquid
I feel an itch on my cheek
The red stain is there too
My body’s covered with blood
I’m unharmed though
What beastly thing have I done?
I close my eyes
And wish it gone
But its still there
Upon my skin and upon my soul
It weighs a ton
Te unknowing doubt
The rocks around
Jagged and sharp
My fingers slowly bleed
I pray its not my mind
Telling me I’ve lost it
I stand and wince
My feet ripped wide open
I walk away
Not to forget and play again
But to repay
For I close my eyes again but still its there
Haunting me
The smell
The color
Its always there
Never will it leave me
Years pass and still I smell
Can even taste it lingering on me skin
Again its black as night
Again I ask
What have I become?
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