As fears hold of you they take
The shadows of the dead
They are my demons
Ones I have killed
They haunt me every day
They torment me all the time
Their voices, their last breath as I took their life…
Creating a big, black hole
One that can only go deeper, never to be filled
Blood is everywhere
It is dripping from my hands
Streaming from the walls
I will never be able to forget the atrocities I helped create
So, I was trying to capture the mind of a person who has killed, but doesn’t like killing. I thought it would be an interesting change to explore the regret and the how their victims haunt their conscious.
I will also be updating Overturned soon.
Have a great day/night!
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