Fear.

We all have a past, it haunts us...it daunts us.....it is in our past that shows who we are, run if you must, but do be quick.....you'd be surprised by how that past can stick....

Cut, cut, cut. Crimson regret flows from my veins, the floor is covered in putrid stains.
Pain, pain, pain. Without it how am I to achieve such gain.
Why is it that I destroy myself, am I a fool, am I nothing but the devils tool?
I live for war, darkness and hate thrives in my very core. My past haunts the present to be.
I lived through all that I had to see, I pity not those who were harmed by me.
I hear their screams, their pitiful cries. I see the fear gleaming within their eyes.
Men, women children too. I took my blade and ran them through. I smell the smoke, the powder too, I taste the blood of those I slew.
I seek redemption now, tho I haven't the slightest how.
So here I am, cutting and bleeding, blood for blood and tear for tear.
I have nothing left to fear. Such Babylonian justice be told, for I alone take a debt to hold.
I betrayed my friend, and I betrayed my heart, I felt no guilt when I blew him apart....
Everyday I am haunted, mania, dementia, my mind is daunted.
Will I heal or will I kneel, my life has led to this very place, a cold floor and dank room, the very one which shall be my tomb.
No name, no year, not even a single tear. So come to me death......I no longer have nothing to fear.....

~Dorian Wolfe