stolen property

another one of my random poems that probably dont make sense to anyone

Stolen property
Crimes against my will
Blood in black eyes
The urges to kill

But the fear of violence
And the hate of death
It scares spectators
It captures their breath

All the secrets
Holding fear and sorrow
And despite the convincing
She won't be here tommorrow

It cannot be stopped
It's a well known fact
If only I possesed
The qualities I lacked