Murderer

When The Last Teardrop Hits The Ground,
Is When I’ll Shudder And Make No Sounds.

Gone In The Wind, The Scent Of Blood.
The Once Known Man, Who Held No Trust.

Slashed Away The Gentleness Of Himself,
Leaving Nothing But Windows Shattered Covered In Filth.

Once A Boy, Turned To Man,
Making Decisions That Held No Plans,

Failing As Human, One Of The Many,
Learning The Guilt Of Losing Your Company.

Alone In The Light, Blinding Himself.
Staring At The Sun, To Better Himself.

Hoping The Light, Purifies His Retched Soul.
Murder Comes, And Murder Goes.