"Feathers dripping crimson, pools on the floor.
Were they white or black? Of that I'm unsure.
A dagger in my hand, pushing through a door.
One in the mind. One possibly pure.
A mind numbing sleep, one quick slice.
It's all it would take, to send many into anguish.
But one soul in bliss, too far to see the price.
Dying a monster, with a blissful final wish."
