• Bloodied and bruised
    I stand
    Among so much death and despair
    My blade forever stained
    The earth absorbing the blood of man
    The world devouring the leftovers
    And I stand
    With nothing left
    But wounds and blood
    My eyes have long sense
    Lost their green color
    And tinted blood red
    Taken over by bloodlust
    I scour the land
    Looking for one to beat me
    To end this madness
    And calm my soul
    But all I find is unworthy vermin
    Then
    Then
    I find the one
    The one that defeats me
    And calms my soul
    Her weapon is not a blade
    Not a fist
    Nothing so miniscule
    Nothing so violent
    Yet something so glorious
    That none other can match it
    I’ve found the one
    The one that can keep me still
    I have found one that calms me
    Not with a weapon mind you
    But with her sweetness
    And her beauty
    She engulfs me
    And I forever pledge my allegiance
    But for nothing
    Just a short time
    After being defeated
    I am slain
    She kills me
    Once again not with a weapon
    But with her sweetness
    And her beauty
    She abandons me
    And still I stand with my sword thirsting for blood
    My once again green eyes regaining their red hue
    Engulfed by anger and sorrow
    The bloodlust begins to take over once again
    But much more viciously
    Not the passive aggression that would kill once a moon
    Now it lusts for blood every week
    Every day
    Every passing hour
    To be the monster we all know I am
    Can I fight it?
    Put down my sword and banish this lust
    Can I cage this monster and live normal?
    Or will I submit to the monster
    And do its will?
    Should I live with my mistake?
    To be defeated by the one opponent that no man can defeat?
    I say yes!
    I say let the monster return!
    Let the bodies drop!
    I welcome the fight,
    Embrace the monster,
    And beg for my eyes to blare red!
    Letting all who glance at me to know:
    Approach at your own digression!
    For a word means injury and an action means death!
    Come forth,
    All who hate me,
    All who don’t even know me.
    I will be waiting.
    With open arms.
    Ready.
    Ready to kill once again!