A/N: I worked realy hard on this, so please review and tell me what you think.
Heavy drops of rain fall down onto an upturned face, the cold of the early morning seeping almost unnoticed into the bones of the silver haired man. He stands there within the blood painted symble of his God. He is alone, as he always is in the end. The skies are weeping, and he has to fight not to mimick them as they wash away all traces of his sins. Minutes go by as he stands there. He wonders to himself when it was that he started taking any true joy from what he does. He's ruined now and he knows it. He knows he messed up, but he can't seem to make himself regret what he's done. It's a sin to fall in love. One must always remember this. Nothing but destruction, death, and pain is acceptable. Yet he'd fallen in love. Plum red eyes gaze at the world, half-lided and tired. The rain is still falling as he lays himself down in the now barely there circle of blood. Soaked to the bone the sorrowful man stares at the sky, his lips moving to form trembling words of prayer to his God. He holds no weapon on this day and he makes no sacrifice. He doesn't pray for forgivness, or for his immortal body and soul. He prays on this day, within the symble of his God, as the rain continues to pour from the heavens. He prays for his love. He prays that the fate of his loves soul goes unaffected by his sin. The rain lightens up as the man closes his eyes, and it stops altogether as he draws his last breath in this world.