there is blood on my hands
in my hands
and dripping from my eyes
like cold tears.
i do not like to talk about it.
i have been cut
by a million knives
but i forget the times
i have wielded it.
i wonder how many people walk the earth
with my indifference
carved in their flesh.
have i haunted a nightmare
destroyed a daydream
like my nights
have been ripped apart.
does someone hate my name
and curse my existence
like i have cursed and cried
and never been comforted.
i can kill too
and that scares me
but the power feeds my hunger.
there is a glint in my eyes
that lusts for blood.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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