He closes his eyes each night to a shower of blood
The screams inside his mind torment him
As the sun sets on his day he fears the dreams
He sits and often wonders
What events have brought this torture to him
He awakens each morning before the dawn
Smells and tastes the blood of the night before
Hes wasted his days with such questions
Begged salvation from the sky and dirt
There is no point in going any further
Close his eyes against the rage of his end
Shock him into waking
Push him to the edge and beyond
He needs this end to see a new beginning
The things that brought him joy are now his pain
In his mind a whisper becomes a scream
Deep in the eye reality fades just like a dream
He sees this creature he has become
He was born for dying...
