Crimson Blood, a star wars fanfic

Crimson Blood

I can sense their deaths, but I can not see them.

I can hear their tortured screams, but I can not stop them.

I can taste the blood of those that I have slain,

but I can not wash it away.

I can smell the burning flesh of those that have died,

but I can not turn away.

I can touch the last breath of life seep from my victims,

but I can not hold it in.

I feel like everything has changed inside of me

if there is anything lef of me to feel this change.

There is nothing left of my flesh body as the

skin and bone has turned to metal and steel.

The ripple of power that surges through

my circuit veins as I raise the red blade

that is smeared with crimson blood.