A Devil's Metamorphosis

There’s this blood on my hands I cannot cure,
My vision has suddenly become obscure.
Caught in a rage and I was to blame.
As I shot him down to the ground.
Down to the ground he fell,
With all the movement of a common hound.
The trigger fell as well
It quivered to the ground with a crack
Of a lightning shot and all the slack
Of a dead corpse doomed to wander no more.
How can life be so rude and cruel,
To take pieces of you and me to wander on brand new?
Your death has encased me in a sweet cocoon.
Metamorphosed-- yes I am brand new.
There’s things you cannot take back.
After the first kill I realized I have a knack,
It’s a cinch if you will take the first blood
And then no more, do you float to the above.
You are doomed to Hell the common world,
Of course even Hell is not my prision
But it is exactly what I am striving for.
Hell is my mission.