The Blade - Poem by Fin Metz
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.
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