There is no rest for the guilty,
No rest for the killers.
I have killed in the name of revenge,
And there is no rest for me.
I have spilled blood, the blood of soldiers,
The blood was hardly innocent, but it was spilt all the same.
I am no longer innocent, no longer whole.
I am cold, heartless, a killing machine.
They killed my people, my family, my friends,
They have killed me.
So with the arm of my brother I have killed them.
For my home and people. For myself.
But I'm so tired of death.
Of living with the burden of avenging my people.
But there is no rest for the guilty.
And I am guilty.
This is my first foray into Full Metal Alchemist fanfiction. Constructive critisim on this would be wonderful.