war face

 You're a sadistic mess.
 A Face... painted white. but you're truly black on the inside.  
 I will not crest your hand anymore. you only burn me.
 The feast you have when you find a victim you said.
 You pound your war drum in the hopes that they were dead.
 But as we know everyone has a soul. maybe even you.
 But I bet you lost yours a long while ago.
 You paint saints on your back in hopes of feeling holly in some
 way I guess.
 But the sluts you fucked were never holly enough.
 You splattered their blood all for the pleasure of doing it     again.
 A crooked smile.
 Your black eyes.
 Your hand guns you hide.
 I guess you're confided in you're mind now. laughing at nothing
 there.
 At least that's what I hear.. because you're burning in hell