Dark Soul

Blood stains the hands...

DARK SOUL

Blood stains the hands
Of a tired and empty soul
Gleaming in pitch black darkness
A smile well at hand

What pain he has made
He yet does not know
His cold heart feels none
In this bottomless life of his

He has no where to run
No one to turn to
Darkness is his Master
The Devil is his shadow

He looks upon the family ruined
No more love and happiness
No more tears of joy
All have been darkened this day

The Sun begins to shine
Over the world without one
The love is lost
The pain takes its turn

The Beast of a horrid man
Then smiles at his deed
He leaves the grave of the soul
Then takes a run

He banishes like a coward
Taking pride in his actions 
No bravery to take charge
For his heartless deed