I'm afraid, it's cold and I shiver,
I try to rise, but my body is covered in red silver.
My mind a scatter, a cross of confusion has just signed my fate,
and I alone cannot withstand this deep rooted hate.
My right, was right, it has blood of my victim,
my left, has left, a claw that throbs, it has craved my system.
and my both, have grabbed, taken the time to realize,
an action precisely chosen, yet so very reckless in size.
I received names, worse than the condemnation of herecy,
they pulled me in, vengeance literally without mercy.
Slow fall to surface, a shock through marrow and bones,
blissing palms, cutting like blades and spoken words thrown like cursed heartstones.
Caught by the hand of a devil, truly down by the last fall,
always reminded of what is done, all that broke through the decisive wall.
emotions took over, they speak like false gods with selfish desires,
and they simply control whats yours, a mere device where destruction can light it on fire.