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.
