Eye

I lay there silently,
as it begins to rain,
washing away the blood,
before it starts to stain.

These hands of mine,
committed this thoughtless crime,
my blood thirsty soul,
i gladly let it feed.

A crow pecks constintly,
at the dead bodies eye,
i cant do nothing,
not even cry.

For you see,
i cant cry,
for the crow pecks,
at my tearless eye.

The rain fall down,
Filling up my empty eye socket,
i find my weapon of choice,
then willingly cock-it.

You find me laying here,
on the cold ground,
with my brains and eye,
nowhere to be found.