A Shadow Painted White

A rose for the dead ones...

Sometimes they want to die

Sometimes they want to live

When they live they come to me

When they die they are silent

No tender mercy shall I give as they plead for us

Without remorse I shall take their lives

Silently in chaotic passion

From their impending, mindless presence

Reaping the emptiness within

My blackened eyed the last horror they shall see

Damned am I... no

For there is no damnation my soul hath not taken

Shall I be swayed in my vengeance

As time tears open my wounds?

I think not!