Blood With My Own Hands
1 December, 2002
Author: Baselle
bless me father
for i think i have sinned,
the pain i have felt is undescribable
yet the way i show it is undesirable
it seems as though i am empty inside
but that is something i am trying to hide
i feel as though it would be a better call
to show evil in hate inside
then nothing, nothing at all.
now all i have left in the end
after the tears i shed and the blood that drips
is i am sorry father as the life i had
slowly slips.
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