This is a Sands POV. About why he kills and why he won't stop. Dark stuff ahead.
Misery,
The house I lived in for eighteen years was nothing to call home,
Misery haunted me and I was always alone,
Packed with hate and guild I drove away,
With only nothing to go to,
Never a shoulder to cry on and never tiers to cry over me,
Insanity is more than just a word to me, it's my life,
There doesn't go a day by without thinking what I have done,
But it's all to late for that there is no way out,
Not even dead,
Dead with only lead to hell,
But since I see only black I don't know what's worse,
Maybe my whole life is a created hell itself,
What can there be worse then no childhood at all,
Ore the guild for killing you're mom, you're dad and in a way yourself,
And what is this sick world I'm living in,
There are no others to trust, only yourself and the burning desire to leave,
That's all I want, to just leave and not have to look back all the time,
Because always and everywhere I feel it, guild.
Why do I feel it, there is nothing I can do about it,
It's over I can't take it back,
I've killed,
Killed people,
Killed man,
Killed innocent,
Lives are killed because of what I did,
Sorry isn't even close for what I feel,
But I won't stop I'm waiting for the one,
The one that will hunt me,
And put me out of this misery,
It's sad they way Sands… Wait my Sands, the Sands of my livin' la vida loco fiction…. Thinks. It's sad if you just want to end you're life so you don't have to feel grief. And that last line made me shiver. Poor guy, I feel so sorry for him.
Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.