Your actions are just reflections of your mind. Your youth and ignorance aide to your crime. Your lifestyle hopeless, your morale is suicide. There's no one left to question why, because they've fled inside. The voices of your battered soul, are weakened from the force, they've paid their toll. As one would sit with bleak dark eyes, you hide the truth, discreet in lies. The echoes of murder speak to your heart. Sweet deathly murder, it is now time to start. The whispers of chagrin deep and hid within. Orbs alight with fury, despair converges death. Hoarsely you speak the words of the eulogy. Slowly the blade sinks in. Devouring hopeful futures ahead to your behest. You've conquered the quest, your life strived to best. The blood spattered shirt that's enamored on your chest. Grating your teeth in vengeance, a howl escapes your lips. Your eyes filled with rage and menace. A burning sensation bites through your flesh. The mix matched creation that ripped you to shreds. Falling down, spiraling beneath. Never knowing what's underneath. Submerged in pity, buried in guilt, the ferry above, waiting to tilt. Grasping it fiercely as the sea fills with blood. Slowly surrounding, the ethereal flood. No thoughts about you, none to be heard. For who would care, there are none you have lured. Your soul cries out bleakly, you swear to yourself, let your breath go, there's nothing in this filth. . .