Are You Lost?...

Are you lost?

Lost in darkness

Lost in lonely

Lost in self?

You won't be found

Never again

Never again

You are dead

You must be born

Anew

Born to kill

Born to

Survive

Because that's all it's

About – survival.

Stud your neck with

Trophies

Stud your heart with

Ice

Slash through all the

Mercy

It won't help you

Not here

It will only

Heighten

Your demise.

You aren't lost

You are gone.

Forget all that

Was

Forget all you

Knew

Forget your fear and

All you loved

Forget your

Self

Be Death itself

And then

Only then

Will you taste

Victory.

Trust me.

I know.

A/N: Another Scourge. After I wrote Mother and Son, I wasn't entirely satisfied. Because that wasn't the merciless, blood-thirsty Scourge – that was Tiny, the kit. There was another view to him, so I had to do that. Again, this one's different from my other poems. In first person, but mostly addressed to 'you'. I love it, though. It's so…cold.