To Mr. Morbid 'My Dream and q

There I stand
In a Ocean of blood
My sword drawn
My head bowed

Light wind blows
From the North
Through my hair
I feel nothing

Where is the sorrow
The guilt
The Pain
For the death I create

I lift my head
To look around
Just crimson
Surrounds me

My clothes were white
Before I made them red
I wear a mask still white
To hide my scars

“The worlds end
Pure was there pain
It made them whole
Made them equal and clean”

A scream from one soul
Lost in the multitudes
Of those I have purified
With the blade I hold

To get to my feet
Walk a few feet
To find a body
I have slaughtered

The eyes where gone
Cut out
And so was its tongue
A line of slashed on it forehead

Yet it screamed
Its torture carried over
For death here is not so
only unending pain

I laugh
For I am whole
One with them
For they understand

It reaches up at me
I bend down
It grabs my mask
Pulling it off

Quite
All stands still
except for the wind
Still whispering in my ear

Its hands cold
Feel my face
A gasp uttered
It pulls away

“I am the same
I am the first
I am truth
I will save u”

I draw my blade
Placed at my heart
I am one
I fall

Death not instant
So crawl to my knees
Stare blankly at my chest
And pull the steel from my heart

I reach my finger
In the new made hole
I try to feel every part
For a mystery I have created

Death for all
And death to me
End to pain
By creating unity

A ache surges
My mind blanks
My heart gone
My soul burns