How I wish I got my name....

[Murder1]

The lightning fades from my fingertips
As a howl of pain leaves from my lips
I cry out into the night to help me win
So I may punish the guilty of their sin
A blast of fire flows through my veins
Burning away humanity that remains
I push myself up off the ground
Looking at the guilty all around
Lashing with the heat of a sun
Witness the birth of Murder One

[Isis]

Lol, nice little poem on yourself but there was one part which bothered me slightly.

Lashing with the heat of a sun
Seems like there's a word missing in there. The line seems rather short, too short from your other lines. Adding a descriptive word such as scorching sun adds more imagery into your piece. Nice job though :)