When once we were, walking together

talking together

but now we are apart,

I sit and think alone and by myself,

watching you from a distance,

and I ponder

letting the thoughts only linger.

We were once together,

"never more"

did that raven doth quote as I read in my books,

I often wonder and take a look

just today I did slay my friend,

his blood staining my hands red,

he was my friend.

I wonder as most do,

I wonder as most seem do not

I wonder what it would be like,

if fate or what it is called that guides our lives,

flowing endless like a spinning knife,

the same knife that killed my friends,

by my hands,

so I run.

I hide and I contain,

all the troubles causing me pain.

the next proper word would be slain,

but slain is not the proper word,

A common thief would more resemble me,

for I have done deeds that I am not proud of,

but many do not let it down.

A catch is what it is,

the same catch that was phrased in the wars.

Some say for a person I am very emotional,

well for a guy,

I really am.

I hide behind others I hide behind things,

I hide behind diamonds and rings.

I kill everybody,

so you say,

I am labeled in every way.

once told of something,

but constantly harassed.

I am what you make me to be am I not,

though my hands might be tainted with blood,

there is reason in my madness.

Though none care to see the pain in the eyes,

if you take a look into my eyes,

you will see,

I wish you to tell me what you see.

I wish you to look at me

I wish you to truly look at me

I often ponder to myself,

rubbing the stained hands of mine through my hair,

often saying life isn't fair.

there is this one question I wonder to myself.

A simple question,

for life is odd at times I ask this,

Who am I?