Thy eyes have seen
The horrors of my past
And the unbreakable wall of my colorless future.

I have traveled across
Seas’ of constant perils
Rising from the very depts;
To make a solid river of
My flowing mortal blood.

I have crossed upon many countries
Never stopping to seek wisdom;
My ears always deaf
And my eyes always closed.

I have been tainted by society.

Say no words of truth
May only lies spew forth
With the blood of innocence
Dripping from my own two hands.

I have dined on scared flesh
With wine to wash it down
And now I sleep away all my worries
To kill the little voices in my head.

I fight to kill
No mercy for the still remaining
And cruse life with every breath.
My screams of mortal agony
Reaches its peak
As Lady Justice enacts her
Final revenge.

There is no mercy for the strong
No compassion for the brave
And no forgiveness for
The followers.

Small hands appear
Holding silver scissors
Before a long string
Entangled with knots.

I see my life
Swift as a dear
Racing past
On clouds a pure white.

A bright light shines
Showing death and birth
Light and dark
Good and evil.

A fine line separates the two
So fine only its reflection
Revels its presence.

Souls cross back and forth
No matter how many there are
Or how long they linger
They always cross.

I stand
Feet braced apart
Hands fisted at my side
Military bearing firmly in place
With no weapons to keep me alive.

Between my combat boots
Firmly planted
Is that thin line
That I have crossed
So many times.

My hands slowly rise
Losing the taint of death
That I have worn like gloves
For centuries.

The scissors
Slowly close
Cutting the string in half
And sweet relief
Finally enfolds
Upon my wandering soul