This poem is in Will's eyes again. But it's about the thought of being a murderer. Take it from me that the poem should not give off a sense of high paranoia, but a large amount of regret. I may be going a little far but take it how you want it. And I used a name of the song by Linkin Park 'cause I didn't know what else to name it and it seemed to fit the poem due to the one line.

Papercut

I can't get it out of my head.

The face just laughs every time I fall

And it watches my every move.

Started when I saw death

And then I had to run for my own life.

I didn't know at first,

I'm a child of death.

I can't stop hearing those voices.

They won't go away.

And now that I'm back at what once was my home

I see the bloodstained wood.

The red refuses to go.

It just stays there.

"Off, off, damn spot!"

I can't wash the blood off of my soul,

So I'm tainted for life.

I don't need to run anymore.

I always feel this feeling of regret.

I want to stay on the road,

Running forever.

I hate this.

I always feel like I have to die to

Make up for some of the lives I had taken.

Although most of them deserved it.

Living their lives in dreadful hate.

It's not just a paper cut,

It bled slowly

And it stayed as a scar,

Reminding me of the past hemorrhage that it caused.

I don't want to move.

I want to forget the past

And never move forward

So that the regret won't come again.

I give no thanks to the tension that I went through

Just to be back here.

But it sort of paid off.

The world isn't as evil now and

Malice doesn't creep behind every eye.

I watch my reflection in this mirror.

He just copies me and as I watch him more closely

He can't help it.

I am his master.

He is me,

Myself, the one and only.

I have gained control now.

Not giving in to paranoia.

Now I say good-bye to all of these thoughts.

It's time to reform myself

For there is a new life.

I am reborn

Yet these past feelings and wounds are still here.

And they will always be

Scars.

Notes to:

Ghostymangarocker- I think you know this song. Well, please review again. And your birthday is the same day as mine, just a different year. And I think we are quite similar.

Bitterosemary- Read this and tell me what you think of this. I need all the help I can get on how to improve.

Ibble Ibble- READ! I know that you don't read the books but just read these poems. Just tell me what you think.

Everyone- I will continue. If you want to, you may read my other stories or go on w w w Fiction Press dot net and read my stories. I'm under the same name and I think you people will like the story of Blade.