Roy Mustang:
Blood
The intangible guilt
that courses through me
guilt of
that day
that hour
that minate
that second
why must i relive the sight
the fear in their eyes
their bodies
laying lifeless
in a pool of blood
blood that will never wash off
that i will always see
spattered on the ceilings
and on the floors
impossible to move.
That picture
their last thought
of their last breath
Does she even know
when she does
my apologies
apologise
i'm sorry
for
everything.