Pisaries Creator

You have blood on your hands
Dipping them into a bucket full of red
Something you knew was visible
They were not magical as you thought
You stuffed your mouth with crumbs
The lives you have destroyed
The souls you have crushed
You will pay for all of this destruction
Survivors do not forget their responses
The emotions are strong like muscles
Your reflection is of ruin in the mirror
Watching from a distance but ever close
There is no escape from what you did
You will suffer as they did
The hungry mouths you ignored
The broken teeth you took as trophies
There are buckets full of blood
Reminding that you are guilty
You will end up in a cold place