My hands leave stains of red on everything I touch

I look down and I see the crimson drops fall one by one

The list grows longer every day I'm alive

Death after death staining my hands red with blood

I scrub and scrub, pealing layer after layer of skin off

Never again will my hands be clean and free from death

As the blood spreads from my hands up my arms

My will to live slowly dissipates leaving emptiness behind

I sit stationary in my circle of suspicion and distain

I look silently at the life that passes knowing that if I touch it it will end

Resigned to my fate I watch as I waste away slowly

Never eating, never drinking simply sitting in my self made prison

My punishment is eternal; it will last until I die

Even them I will not find release because if anything the fires of Hell awaits me

An eternity of burning fiery torture follows a life of guilty solitude

My mind is separating, forced into the personalities of my many victims

I punish myself constantly for the hardships I have caused the world

I wont take my life to end the suffering quickly

I will stand and take my punishment, I will pay my dues

The snide, rude and derogatory comments thrown at me

Will be taken with open arms, the remind me

Remind me of my many faults and the gaping holes in my soul

Maybe one day when I'm dead and gone from this world

Busy serving my eternal sentence in Hell, I'll find my redemption

I'll finally find a way to take away the pain I have caused

The world will rejoice at the return of its people

The many people I stole from it cruelly with no remorse

The world would rejoice for it is now clean and pure

It will forget my cell and me as I burn with my punishment in Hell

A/N: Well this is a small poem thing I wrote over the course of a week in my French class. It is ment to be from Severus Snape's point of view but I guess you can fit it into anyone's…. actually I just wrote it and only later when I re-read it did it occur to me to use it as a fan fiction…xD Tell me what you think please.