Hands of Fate

A darker poem written by a happy mind.

I know the evil now,

I know my darkest side

I know my heart so well.

I am the homicide

I know my soul now,

I am not dead inside.

I know this world too well

I am your suicide.

Only the hands of fate

Can try to stop my hands

I am the sickle cell

I am the death of life.

I am the reaper's scythe

I can not be stopped

I am the falling grains

of the sands of time.

The world keeps turning

No matter how hard you try

I am the falling leaves

I am the changing tides.

Only the hands of fate

Can try and stop my grip

It can not succeed

In stopping me.

I am the sickle cell

I am the death of life.

Author's Note

I realize the repetition and odd rhyming scheme, it was an experiment.