Blood On Your Hands Poem by Paula Glynn

You wreak havoc on the world,
You tell it,
How you think it is,
You assume you know other people,
You're a liar and a braggart,
You play people for fools,
You lie and play games,
You trip people up,
And laugh at other's fears,
And there is blood,
On your hands.

When people get along,
You have a master plan,
You drain people and lie,
You have a facade,
You have an image,
Both of which are a lie,
And your games,
Are sick and twisted.

You leave those bruised,
Confused and relief you refuse,
As you watch them bleed and cry,
And when you meet the angels,
They will say goodbye,
And leave you to your own fate,
Your satisfaction and your hate.

You are a monster,
No saving grace.
You shall pay for your crimes,
And you shall watch,
The hands of the clock,
Wishing you could,
Turn back time.