Lone Crusader

Standing alone against the world,
To which a heart had once been unfurled,
Pain after pain, lie after lie,
Causing empathy to dry,
To inspissate by a boiling blood,
Self and others lied to,
All for greed, and power too.
A need to stop others from causing pain,
A need for revenge for a self, now slain,
A husk of what once was, a mere shell,
A soul broken, and a mind unwell.
If violence is their language,
And their dialect, carnage,
Screaming louder is the only way for them to listen,
And they will be made to listen.