My Peace Poem by Nicholas Abaddon

Her eyes are placid,
calm as the summer sky,
she was as beautiful as a cherry blossom,
without fault in life
She has achieved perfection in death.

Strange of all the things she did,
Laying her in the coffin i shall remember the most.
Still i see that mark,
where the hungry blade sank it's teeth in.

At my home laying on my bed,
I can't get the peace i saw out of my head
A life filled with pain
So complacent in the end.

I feel eager for such a thing as that,
I run to my kitchen and grab my own hungry steel hound
In the moment i steeled myself and allowed my blood to flow
Now i too can feel such peace as she today.

I have become the sacrificial lamb
The lamb to be placed on the altar,
I draw my final breath
I feel peace descend upon me, Then the darkness stole my sight.