The Shadow of Cain

Once more I am torn apart
By this hunger whose grasp I cannot flee
the voice of my blade calls out to me
infecting the chambers of my heart
its voice is driving me mad
To paint a beautiful picture
of a fleeting innocent life
gently whisked away
Creation through utter destruction
with precise strokes of this knife
Dear father
Murder is the purest expression of love
Poor mother
Murder is the purest expression of love
Sweet sister
Murder is the purest expression of love
Oh brother
Murder is the purest expression of love
Enlightenment
Awaits beyond the vastness of suffering
There I am blessed to wander
In the shadow of Cain
To be reborn and perfected
In the likeness of Cain
 
Category:MLycantrope
Category:Poetry