He knew this would happen, it's the only way it could end
[he raises the knife].
His story had to be told
[their truth].
He doesn't regret it
[he can't remember].
The equilibrium would be restored
[balance is a matter of perception].
He closed his eyes
[they were watching].
Set's course for the task at hand
[wavers in indecision].
His livelihood stains the floor
[the walls].
Painting them a brilliant red
[contrasting the hospital white].
He writes his story
[undeterred].
He shows them the truth
[the parameters].
The eagle will see
[they washed it away].
Blood speaks loader than words
[it is written in ink].
He sighs
[vision blurring].
Unable to walk
[the cost for your sins].
Seeing himself for the last time
[vanity].
He hums
[a song].
Giving in to the pleasant foothills
of death.
[enraptured].
The floor painted red
[blooming].
Begging for one last breath
[moaning].
The world begins to tilt
[whirling].
He hits the ground
[white linoleum].
Finally alone
[no more voices]
...He's cold.
Subject 16.
by ThePerfectInbetween
Inspired by Ubisoft.
Assassin's Creed