Slowly sinking into the skin,
I watch as the blood comes out from within,
Covering my hands in a crimson tint,
I watch as his life force burns out like a splint.
I pull my hand away,
Continuing to go about my day,
I do not care about the blood coating my hands,
To me it's just another day,
Another day for a thief of lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Fin, such a poignant poem👍👍👍