I sit alone in this empty room.
Waiting, waiting for this live to end...

I stand in the rain of blood.
I feel is slowly running down my face...

I wish to kill you.
I wish to drive my dagger...

Gaze upon us.
We are the three riders...

I cannot cry
these tears you are merely ceremonial...

I walk the streets of this cold dark world alone.
I await you...

I look at you.
You look at me...

Eyes.
The window to the soul...

Fading, I am slowly fading.
Nothing will remain of me...

Emptiness grows inside of me,
and is slowly taking hold of my heart...

(( This is a poem i wrote based on a sere called...
First hate and anger grew in my heart...

Times change every day and with each passing year.
Yet something’s remain the same...