Burning heart of pain

Burning heart of pain.

A pure heart,
Tainted with the blood of an enemy,
Changing the person forever,
Never the same,
A hatred burning,
Even when it should have died,
Always towards the one,
The same whose blood where spilled,
They will always blame that one,
For the change,
The rushing feeling which I love,
Can only come when your soul is destroyed,
Broken, tainted, crushed without hope,
Only then can you feel as I do,
And only then will you understand,
Why I can never close,
The ever bleeding wound,
In my heart,
I have always hated them,
Those who hurt others,
But then I realized,
That I where the greatest of those,
The one who slays monsters,
Should watch that he himself not becomes a monster,
When you gaze along the abyss,
The abyss gazes into you,
When I realized that,
It was too late,
And I had become,
What I so fiercely had strafed to defeat.