Torment, Angst, Confusion
Every aspect of his life breeds hate
Pain, Fear, Darkness
Must it be his fate?
Pounding deep within the soul
The cries of the fallen
Why can't he just be whole?
Falling deeper and deeper
There is no escape
Approaching is the reaper
In the night a figure moves
Closer and closer
Footfalls like the heavy beating of hooves
I can hear the breathing
So tortured
He thinks of leaving
But he has a job to finish
I am the next to go
He has only one wish
An escape from his life amongst the dead
No way out
He raises the blade to my head
Looking into his eyes
I can no longer feel sorry for myself
The sounds of my cries
Echoing through the night sky
Not for me, even as my body dies
But for this merchant of death
And the pain he feels
I shed a tear as I draw my final breath