Tempted by nothing, Bound by no pains,
My wrath is as fierce as blood surely stains.
Each part of my body, beaten and toned,
Each skill i posses, sharpened and honed.
An unstoppable weapon created by fate,
Controlled by this mind, Driven by hate.
I hold out a curved cold blade of silence,
No angel of light to show me true guidence.
The shimmering steel I lay to the ground,
Rage builds up, as my heart starts to pound.
I want them to suffer and die a slow death,
A grin on my face as they take their last breath.
I glance at a mirror and see my reflection,
Frozen and dark like twisted deseption.
No system of thought, No error to my ways,
As lifeless and void as a dead man’s gaze.
Driven by strength of which you don’t know,
Movement as silent as new fallen snow.
Time after time I try my hardest and best,
To pass all of life’s quaint little test.
A world full of people who laugh as I weep,
Don’t seem so amused as I put them to sleep.
A beautiful soul I want to show me the light,
And give me a reason to step out of the night.
But no one has feeling for such a black heart,
So this soldier forever be chained to the dark.