I bury into flesh,
Hungry for action,
It gives way under me,
And then it bleeds.
...
Life is like a candle,
It burns itself out.
But oh! How it burns,
In the short time it does.
...
So ends another day,
And I'm alive.
I made it through,
Atleast this one day.
...
Why is there so much hate
Brewing inside me?
Bubbling and boiling,
Threatening to spill.
...
Waiting for the unknown,
Struggling with my composure.
Why am I so anxious?
Why am I so restless?
...
Tears burn my eyes,
Wetting the deserts,
Which have for so long remained dry that,
It feels almost peculiar to feel the wetness,
...
We were happy, we were free
Two sole creatures, you and me.
But it didn't last all that long,
Why was it not meant to be?
...
On a fine day
Blue and white,
The skies are at rest.
Sleepy in their mindsets,
...
The dust gathers,
All around me.
Its settling on me,
Making me sneeze.
...
I stare at the walls,
Lost in my thoughts.
I don't care about,
Whatever the hell's going on.
...
I see you,
You see me.
We look at each other,
And just keep on staring.
...
In the hot summer morning light,
I stood looking from a great height.
And to my right there was a pack,
Of dogs, barking for a snack.
...
I am not perfect.
I am not who you want me to be.
I have my faults,
I'm at peace with them.
...
The Assassin's Curse
I bury into flesh,
Hungry for action,
It gives way under me,
And then it bleeds.
My victim cries out,
In pain and misery.
My master cries out,
In pride and elation.
The tangy feel of blood,
Sliding down in rivulets,
Makes me glad, it makes me happy,
It drives me into a blood soaked frenzy.
My master is the wielder,
I, the instrument,
Of death, spread far wide,
You do not want to meet us at night.
My body shines bright,
Silver in the sunlight.
A savage bloodthirsty gleam,
In the center of my right eye.
I am the assassin's knife,
I am the assassin's curse,
I am the assassin's absolution,
Indeed, I am the assassin.