Reasons Of Madness Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Sword clasped, the blood drips.
Yes you killed him.
What happen can't be undone.
There is no ghost of paradise.
Igniting the flames of second chances.
But that torch has already burned out.
Living with the consequences of brutality.
Even if it was only accidentally.
Ripping at the insides of a tragedy.
Trying to manipulate it, change it.
Make it less bitter.
No more of such a harsh copper taste in ones mouth.
Like you have been recently electrocuted.
Shock therapy, nothing can save you.
The pain is not glue.
There is no special chemical that will just eat it away.
He was your brother.
And there is nothing you can do.
No matter the face portrayed.
Evil tyrant make the actions more acceptable.
But it doesn't make it true.
A sickness cast upon the wound.
It has been festering for days.
It need to be cleaned.
Washed out through and through.
No hiding behind a metal skin.
All has already been penetrated.
It is nothing new.
Face up to it, be a man.
And you won't feel nearly as bad.
The breaking of the fever.
It was completely mental.
All bottled up inside.
This is the only way you thought you could survive.
Guilt tries to burn us alive, every time.