The blood on my pavement
Is of the ghosts of my past
Come to haunt me
My deeds have left me at last
Neither honour nor a privilege
But the gift is the curse
The ledger is dripping red
When the blood runs out
I won’t write it in lead
From the skeletons to darkness
My soul is an open book
You’ve seen me regardless
Of my actions or powers I harness
But this lawless child won‘t turn godless
The blood on my pavement ain't that harmless.
By: Arman Yusuf
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