The silent echos of a heart that's broken.
A torn confusion stumbling across a world with no resolution.
Berserk throbbing through a lost mind.
Screams explode unknown to all.
The innocent now no more.
Anger is the only outlet that is found.
When in front of him, his brother lay dead.
Revenge becomes a life mission.
All loves of life fade away.
Once again one will pick up the knife.
Opening the door to the darks fate.
Blame shall fall on every one,
Blame the only thing that would come before murder.
A reaper that walked down the road of revenge,
is all he will ever be.
One who walked in the crib of childless.
Thrown into the foolish heart of man.
Will be the one to pay for all.
For in the end sins amount together.
After all that he had done.
His blame will be his own.
His blade the repentance.
With the tears, the blood flowing from his throat.
this line is so true "For in the end sins amount together". this is a very good piece, if it reflects yourself all i can say is cheer up, in order to feel the greatest joy one must feel the greatest pain beforehand. take it easy