Tormented Soul

Tormented soul I am

Shunned by the worlds

My own and reality’s

They want my blood shed

But I say no I’m sorry

Because I’m already dead

Dead from the poison

Of the world

That they call their own

But their wrong

I have the world

In my hands

Slowly blackening

For my soul is stained

From the sins of every being

They want my blood shed

From the depths of

My tormented soul

Now I just stare and

Have a wicked grin

And say nay

For I have killed myself

Because they slaughter

The innocent souls

A/N: Another one of my old poems. Kind of weird because it isn’t consistent unless you think the last part is the past and the beginning is the future or something like that…