...A Moment of Thought...
By Jaymee Starblood

The man opened his eyes
To decipher the deeds he did
And brushed the blood stained knife
Amidst his sadistic lips
Beneath his now calm breath
A new monster hid
A burden of blood and darkness
Alas he sought to bid
Farewell he said to the blade
In the hand where it did sire
The knife which seemed to serve
To serve was his desire
And so he didn't drop the tool
The extension of his immoral rule
Or maybe the reason was simpler than that
Maybe he just loved the insanity of it all
And the warmth of his further fall
To a black place
Where all the spirits loved
Were stained on his sharpened arm
And for every life he took he could piece together his
Or this was the only way upon himself to inflict the harm
That he wished others could commit
Upon such a lovable boy

And so he turned his back
On the earth that the dead replaced
And marched on further
For the fearful that he raced
And when he won, the prize to wear
A human pelt upon his body bare
No one fought back
Or reasoned with him
For his mind was drowned
In the flesh of his blood
Yes he wanted to stop
But for his most loved
Only a betrayal as deep
As those of his bonds
And his Father and his Mother
Could kill the morals
Of his younger brother
And so they would die
And with the veil of a lie
He himself becometh the monster.