Blood Stained Hands

It won't go away

I did nothing at all

So why does it not go away

I look at them and they are painted

Painted no smeared that'ts not it

It's dyed red dark red that is 

illuminated by the Full Moon's Light

Don't Touch Me! You're Dirty !

I hear it constantly in my ears

Pounding against my head 

I cover my ears but it isn't working

I touched a wall once

and every time I go back 

I see the same bloody hand 

in the same place

No matter how many times I wash it

...............it never goes away

when will it stop

how can I make it stop

My fellow companions

why did you let me live

For war isn't the first time

The first time I ...... Died

My love for you is endless

and yet I haven't killed

the burden is too much

and you knew me all too well

Author's Note

THis is fiction

Reviews

[Richard Patrick]

The piece is very well written. I did not know you were refering to war until the last set of stanza's good work. Your work is beautiful in that it exposes to the reader what you are feeling.

[CrimsonShinigami]

Thank you very much

[Schatzi]

Hi CrimsonShinigami,

Wow, very heavy topic: war. It is a very strong piece, good title too. In the line, "my live for you is endless," did you mean "my love for you is endless?" Thanks for sharing!

Kind regards,

Schatzi

[CrimsonShinigami]

I did ooops i got a new keyboard at that time ill fix it

[Schatzi]

It is easy to do.