I can feel the warm blood
on my face,
Running down my pale arms.
You scream at me to go away,
and try to get me to stop,
but I can't,
I have already gone too far.
I am a monster oblivious
to love and pain,
I take the life of those
I once loved,
and saved those I hated
the most.
Now, as I listen
to my little sisters screams,
and watch her cripple
body struggle against the
knife, I slowly end her life.
I watch her flesh fall apart,
showing bone,
then finally her heart.
I look at her heart
now beating in my hands,
and soon realize
this is not my command.
I look down at her pretty face,
but I am filled with
hate and disgrace.
I still hear her screams,
they haunt my dreams,
I once dreamed of love
and romance,
but now I see
darkness, fear, hate,
and blood.
I can smell their fears
in my dreams,
taste their blood on my lips,
but most of all,
I can still feel their pain.
I remember hearing the last
whimpers escape her lips,
and knew her soul
left her tiny body.
But that is when it hit me,
This is my cripple body,
this is my heart I hold
in my hands,
this is my crimson blood
I taste on my lips,
I know this is my soul,
I feel no more pain,
I feel no more shame,
All I can do now,
is watch helplessly,
as they take us away,
forever torturing our souls.
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