Grief ***er

Grief Murderer
She was eager
To hear the them
It's been awhile since
Thousands of lost souls fill her
And she becomes
The fear
The hate
The rage
And eager to hear the what's next
Having no sympathy
Don't fear
As I sit and wait for the right moment
My hand shaking on the weapon of murder
Walking into the darkness
Closer
Temptation grows
And I act
Blood spills
Lingering to take a longer look at the beauty
Ripping the possibility away
Falling into remorse
They left all at once
Leavaing her with the destruction
Alone
The grief of the muderer has broken her
Knowing nobody could take her down