Behold My Power To Pain

A story about my ability to grant others pain

My cold, ice-thickened heart continues to thump through the shivering.
My only mind, body, and soul to possess fails and stops delivering.
I have lived without a touch of purity since the day we sat sitting
side by side, without a problem and without a care.

Far from innocent and lying next to Satan himself, my spirit,
while it remains unfiltered and uncensored, creeps towards the exit.
For a life with such sins is not morally correct to live on with.

My throat is parched from the severe burns of lying to friends,
and my wretched hands are bruised and calloused from knowing no end.
These biceps and forearms work together to construct chaos within.
For they have built evil. They have committed crimes of no such men,
but of beasts without a hearts and without a souls.
Without a care and without a problem, they will shred.
Behold my power to pain.

Author's Note

Needed to write. Glad this was satisfying enough. Any comments and criticism are very welcome! Thanks for your time.