Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger Games or Catching Fire.

Note: Just an angsty poem I whipped up when I was bored. Read and review, my lovelies! Please share if you think you understand what certain parts are about Thankies, as always.

Ripping! Stabbing! Breaking! Bleeding!

Their cries fill the wind

I cannot stand

I cannot speak

I cannot breathe

For fear of death

I am weak

This I know

This they all know

Now

Now that I have

Died

Fled

Won

Now I seek

To find the source

Of my haunting

I need not

I know already

I should not have

Willingly chosen

I should have left

Fled this fate

Crawled away

On hands and knees

For this is where I belong

Now

Among the corpses

My corpses

This fame?

It is not worth it

Knowing that I

Once proud of being me

Have destroyed for

My own pleasure

My own gain

If they lived

Would they speak?

With open

Hearts

Minds

Souls

No

They would not

They would blame me

Rightfully

For those

Who have suffered

On their

Perished account

No

I fear you are wrong

I am no victor.