Inner Termoil

Blood covering my hands.  Blood flowing throw my hair.
The eyes of the lost giving a distant stare.
My body burns with an extreme heat.
Yet, I stand here frozen, my place in defeat.
There's nothing I can do to bring them all back.
Of all passage of time I slowly lose track.
For even time seems to stop, as though it were the cause.
My life gone before me, taken by deaths claws.
I had wished to be happy, to have a family and friends.
But everyone who loved me met their own terrible ends.
It is my fault, I see it to be true.
Their eyes staring at me as though saying 'how could you?'.
I could not control it this beast within me.
T'is more a demon, its laugh in the breeze.
I wish for a familiar, someone to call friend.
One who understands, one who comprehends.
So I surely go mad, my mind mocking me.
It says there's no hope.  It says I'll never be free.
Maybe someday I'll find my peace.
Until then, I walk on and shun those I meet.
 
They're all damned anyway...