Broken Glass

It started with the frame and ended with the glass.
A simple yet devastating attack like a mower in the grass.
So much blood was spilt from the cuts on the wrist.
Slowly the task accomplished are being taken off the list.

This was no different from any other,
It felt the same as being disowned by your father and mother.
Tossed away like old food with mold and mildew,
Always looked at the same and old but never something new.

The mask was broken once again,
This evil monster is what bathes in the sin.
The villain to humanity,
A demon no longer with sanity.

The body finally falls and hits the floor like a character on a game.
Only the body broke like that of a picture frame.
The mask followed and shattered before he got to pass.
The pieces gleamed with sharp edges like those of broken glass.