HORROR Poem: Death Wins, by Asma Aboli

I suffered.
They suffered.

I broke.
I broke them.

I gave life.
I took life.

With every drop of blood
that lit my eyes,
my soul was purified.

Minutes remained
before they would claim me.
I had chosen
to be caught.

The people
beyond these prison bars
are weary,
so very weary.

The time has come
to step into my kingdom.

Now, and forever ;
Death wins.