The Faceless Man (Part 1)

Somewhere along this road I lost my soul...a dark and dreadful road I now tread

I drag my blood stained sword along the cobbled streets.
It screeching to d cries of those whose guts it had spilled..oh what a beautiful n glorious sound it made.

The rain is falling gently..
Washing  the blood of my victims off me and into d gullies..As if to wash off the evidence of my crime..Even mother nature is justifying my actions

The moon tries to shine through d dark clouds,but the darkness wont allow it.For tonight no shadow shall be cast coz ther will be total darkness. For the darker the night,the stronger became the man who now drags his blood stained sword through the small town of UTOPIA.

Over my shoulder I have thrown a sack dripping with blood.
 My two menacing hounds walk beside me,carrying bones in their mouths.
BONES of those who had fallen by my sword n whose HEARTS I now carried in d sack.

Sad man

Tasting the bitterness of truth
There is no comfort for me.
I linger on in doubt in darkness

The cold breeze blows over my face but I feel not its touch
And in the sun I no longer find warmth 
My eyes take no more pleasure in d beauty of the spring flower bloom nor in the majesty of the morning sun
Nor does my tongue tingle at the taste of fine food.
Like a cold winter's night without a star,life has become a never ending dusk,

Getting darker till all light is gone
Here i will dwell bound by my grief  under d fading trees until all the world is changed and the days of my life r utterly spent