I just killed a man, a once innocent kind, I cut deep to his flesh, and break his ribs today. I see his blood flow with gravity, and the art of his was pity.
I just killed a man, a once guilty kind, he touched me first, so I make sure it's his last. I ripped his skin and feed it to his love. and end his love for trades and good.
I just killed a man, a once honoured kind, I punched him until he's nose bleed, and suffocate him with no air. See his face blue, then my feeling too.
I just killed a man, a once disgrace kind, I slammed his head and broke his skull. I opened his wound and pluck his bones. Aligned his bones to make a house, a house of bones.
I just killed a man, once was my brother. I am not sorry, for we not from the same genes, nor my mind can think of the better, but to end these envy with a cut.
I just killed a man, a once loving kind, it was a mistake, so I love him for good and leave the soul remains cold. I dug a hole to fit then carved a stone to sit
I just killed a man, a man of my own. I don't know what to do, so I run away far. Then here come the 'I', found me and lost me, the 'I' and I trust
The 'I' that I trust... I just killed a man... And I feel nothing...
-Crestial Wintersmith-
