Consumed in a rage
of darkness he waits
He stares with no
remorse into empty space
The victims of his
madness, his sorrow and fate
He stands over a
corpse with no face
He hears the corpse
whisper his name
Like being dead is
nothing but a game
The whispers echo,
like an endless scream
The faceless haunts
his every dream
The expressionless
gaze leaves him powerless
To fight against his
guilt within his conscience
It passively fights
him with no emotion
The regret builds up
like an infinite ocean
Finally the mass of
guilt crushes his strength
He can no longer
fight the impossible strain
He forfeits his
freedom and gives his life
For the faceless
ghost that brings him strife
The forgotten
mystery was never resolved
The corpse was gone,
the blood dissolved
In the end, it
turned out the faceless
Was never really a
corpse at all
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