Eyes open, Ears listening.

It seems purpose is never needed.
By those words its the soul that bleeded
Out as it lay there hopless,
helpless,
The cause with a reason,
The result became headless.
Why regard without distinction,
Softly creeping into the season,
Deathly beacon,
Shining light into your soul.
Let your tears go into that good night,
Ride out the fight
Into the afterlife.
Keep battering out those fears,
Draw your sheers
to your wrists.
Close your eyes and whisper.
Drink into the spur
Of the final moments as you lay,
And open your eyes to a
Brighter day…

~Ryuuk