How con you see into my soul
Like an open window?
Can you see into my bloody past?
Do you finally understand me?
Can you hear my forever silent screams,
Caused by countless, endless dreams?
Of blood I've spilled,
And homes I've burned to ashes?
Children I made orphans,
And hearts, that because of me,
Will beat no more?
Can you deal with the pain?
The memories?
Have you any idea how much it hurts,
To know that you're nothing but a murderer?
Someone who took the lives of children,
Lovers?
Mothers?
Do you finally understand why I allow myself no friends?
Its because. everything I touch, must die.