Blood On My Pavement

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