Bloodied and bruised I stand Among so much death and despair My blade forever stained The earth absorbing the blood of man The world devouring the leftovers And I stand With nothing left But wounds and blood My eyes have long sense Lost their green color And tinted blood red Taken over by bloodlust I scour the land Looking for one to beat me To end this madness And calm my soul But all I find is unworthy vermin Then Then I find the one The one that defeats me And calms my soul Her weapon is not a blade Not a fist Nothing so miniscule Nothing so violent Yet something so glorious That none other can match it I’ve found the one The one that can keep me still I have found one that calms me Not with a weapon mind you But with her sweetness And her beauty She engulfs me And I forever pledge my allegiance But for nothing Just a short time After being defeated I am slain She kills me Once again not with a weapon But with her sweetness And her beauty She abandons me And still I stand with my sword thirsting for blood My once again green eyes regaining their red hue Engulfed by anger and sorrow The bloodlust begins to take over once again But much more viciously Not the passive aggression that would kill once a moon Now it lusts for blood every week Every day Every passing hour To be the monster we all know I am Can I fight it? Put down my sword and banish this lust Can I cage this monster and live normal? Or will I submit to the monster And do its will? Should I live with my mistake? To be defeated by the one opponent that no man can defeat? I say yes! I say let the monster return! Let the bodies drop! I welcome the fight, Embrace the monster, And beg for my eyes to blare red! Letting all how glance at me to know: Approach at your own digression! For a word means injury and an action means death! Come forth, All who hate me, All who don’t even know me. I will be waiting. With open arms. Ready. Ready to kill once again!