Fading.

Fading, I am slowly fading.
Nothing will remain of me.
I shall fade into nothingness.

My live is over.
Yet all I have done
is kill.
Is that why I fade now?

Or is it because I have loved?
I fade.

Slowly disappearing out of heart and mind.
Will I be remembered for my actions?
Or will I be remembered as the one who faded?