Sin Eater

On that fateful day, the divine wind blew;
In that final moment, I felt your embrace.
Just the same, just as quick, you flew.
With one shot, you were gone without a trace.

Injected with shock, turmoil, and wrath;
Break down these bars, there is only one solution.
Shattered shards of love turn to destruction's path
This, and only this becomes my conclusion.

Ignite the infernos which spark a new game.
The time is coming, the time is here,
To discover he, who I would have to frame;
For the loss of the only one I held dear.

As one angel ascends, another one falls.
Pasts become distorted in the passage of time.
Images of my prey, as it helplessly crawls,
With my bare hands, comes my very first crime.

Oh mother dearest, recall the memories;
As innocense, joy, and rapture plunge.
Had it all been a dream, a mere reverie?
Oh lookie, my hand eats the red liquid like a sponge.

Game after game, there is no obstruction,
Guilt and pain, are fragments not missed
As I continue my deeds without any instruction.
After all, who would dare have hissed?

Greed, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, Sloth, Lust, Pride
Feeding upon each one like a maggot.
A sin eater, living with these elements in my stride.
My only guiding lights were the flames from a fagot.

Hello kind sir, you are about to die.
Do not worry, this won't last long.
You won't have time to squirm, no time to cry,
As I quickly bring an end, to your heart beating strong.

A snowy night, my hands fresh from a feminine kill,
Relish the joy, relish the pure red.
But what is this, has my heart become still?
An image of long lost love, rising from her bed.

Such an impossible sight, could it be for real?
Manifestation of she, she who I held dear?
Is it just hallucination of my recent murderous meal?
"Speak your words specter! Show me no fear!"

A deafening silence, there was no say
Staring into eyes of perfection, eyes long lost,
How could I lose my mind, drowning in dismay?
Were my results justified by the cost?

The right hand of destruction, it screams in pain.
"Murderer, feed me with other's hot blood"
My mind is corrupted, has my work been in vain?
And now, the birth of a new death's bud.

Bloom, bloom for me thy death's red rose!
Shower me with your petals, embrace me once more!
And thus, my story finally has come to a close.
Savor my suicide, for in your hearts, I am already bore