Soft whispers

Meaningless.

Your words of comfort

Empty and cold.

Your heart is shut.

Your emotions

Lost

To the shadowless night…

Alone.

Gloved hands,

Once pure white

Now stained.

Black with sin.

Red with blood.

Terror reflects

In your wavering eyes.

You make no impact

On my conscience.

You see the bloodlust

Within.

Longing.

Needing.

Aching.

I taste your fear

As I step forward

Once,

Twice

The fires of Hell

Shine on my blade.

You can’t escape.

You can’t escape.

Pulse quickens,

Breathing harsh.

My omen of Death

Flashes,

Slices,

Done.

Candlelight fades.

Life…gone.

The reaper’s strike

Hath come once more.

Come away,

Come away,

For here

You can never belong.