Bloodline

Broken hearted standing in the meadows,
Battered feeling no remorse for one's actions,
Bruised as all emotions shattered,

Silence parted blooded lips,
His soul a part of the void,
Minds pouring down to emptiness,
Rain falling from his cheeks,

Loneliness purring into the gardens,
Flowers wilting with decay closely behind,
Echoes escaping circling crows,

To raise a blade viewing one's reflection,
Tired eyes glancing above,
Death twirling through his fractured thoughts,

Lifting the knife over his aloof self
Smirking one last time,
To end his wonderful bloodline...