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((I'm going to be creating a poetry section later but this is a poem by me))

Dripping death from my finger tips
I wander this life wondering
Wondering why I can't stop the flow
From my finger tips.

Every day I feel pain from my passing
Each touch time I touch the pain doesn't vanish
But increases in pure burning intensity
Each touch renders another helpless.

Day by day I feel the deaths of my cause
Pile up on my back weighing
Me down like bricks of lead poison
Poison from my hand that gags me.

Each life taken feeds and kills me
Every ounce of stolen blood kindles the fires
Fires of life and the pyres of death
Each one stoked by ceaseless life.


Every step I take death grows
Each movement I make scatters toxic
Toxic spores of energized pain
Pain I wish I could take instead I give.