Rain falls, fire burns,
Death floats to greet the bloodied.
Our days are numbered,
We kill and steal,
Our lives are dangerous.
But we still carry our knives and guns.
Revenge flows through this blood,
Rage fuels my drive,
Pain pushes my knife forward.
Vengeance is sweet, rage is calming.
The family life is not for me,
My days are death and destruction.
My pleasure stems from the blood of my enemies.
Happiness is clichéd,
Laughter is painful,
Smiles are scarce,
Peace is unworthy.
Trust is painful,
Love is unnecessary,
Dependence is a handicap,
Friendship is overrated.
Rain falls, fire burns,
And shadow is a comforting cloak.
A/N: I have no idea what this is. Its kind of a blurb I wrote one morning and decided, why not? And uploaded it. It's also a way for me to practice capturing the mood and personality of my OCs with dark backstories. And stories in general.
-Leafy