🔒 EXCLUSIVE: Id/infrn - Collection

In the shadows of my past, stains of blood I wear,
Guilt and regret, burdens I can't repair.
Each drop tells tales of paths I've crossed,
Unintended harm, bridges forever lost.

Beware, o' Friend Mine, don't walk my path,
Lest your innocence joins the aftermath.
For my hands, though clean they may seem,
Fear another's blood may join the stream.