How long? How long?
How long had it been?
It feels like I had been floating around for ever
Lost and drowning in a world of death.
Until the day that I met her.
Before her, this life was no life at all.
Every night was filled with the stench
Of blood, death, agonized screams and brokenness.
I had to do it.
For peace.
For a better future.
If staining my hands
And killing my soul,
Could bring peace to the people,
I would do it,
In a heartbeat.
There should be no peace for a person like me.
A killer who torn men away from
Their loved ones and crushed their dreams.
Yet, on that day when we met,
In the midst of raining blood,
I found peace.
Or was it that she found me?
The time with her,
Was our happiness,
However small it might be.
Unblemished by this 'life' that I had.
I should have known.
I should have known
That murderers like me
Doesn't deserve happiness or peace.
In the midst of swirling snow
And pulsing blood,
She left.
Another innocent soul.
Another blood stain on my filthy soul.
Never again.
Never again,
I swore.
Never again will another's life blood
Be on my hands.