"From the Thoughts of a Damned Man"
Why do people kill?
Of all people,
Shouldn't I know?
Not even we know
Wealth?
Power?
Personal Gain?
Or is it something deeper,
Something unseen.
The image still haunts me...
It haunts us all
And the sensations;
Her gasp, her pain,
The burning in my heart.
Her life slips through my fingers,
The life I spill upon the ground.
My sword, stained crimson,
Gleams with unholy light.
I hear a faint whisper
And a smile appears on my lips,
A smile not my own,
As she falls silently to the ground.
The end of her pain becomes the beginning of mine.
We know your pain
I have won, but I have lost.
And the boy,
The young man that I was told to hate,
Holds her tight
And cries at my feet.
My heart cries too:
Tears of blood that burn my veins
And cloud my eyes.
And a pain that won't leave,
That I will never forget.
Next time, when I find her again,
I will be her hero
You need to save the world
And there will be no more tears.
Why do people kill?
Of all people,
Shouldn't I know?
Not even we know
Wealth?
Power?
Personal Gain?
Or is it something deeper,
Something unseen.
The image still haunts me...
It haunts us all
And the sensations;
Her gasp, her pain,
The burning in my heart.
Her life slips through my fingers,
The life I spill upon the ground.
My sword, stained crimson,
Gleams with unholy light.
I hear a faint whisper
And a smile appears on my lips,
A smile not my own,
As she falls silently to the ground.
The end of her pain becomes the beginning of mine.
We know your pain
I have won, but I have lost.
And the boy,
The young man that I was told to hate,
Holds her tight
And cries at my feet.
My heart cries too:
Tears of blood that burn my veins
And cloud my eyes.
And a pain that won't leave,
That I will never forget.
Next time, when I find her again,
I will be her hero
You need to save the world
And there will be no more tears.
