The pain was now his existence, as he settled there to breathe,
No mortal would stop him from sinking beneath.
Too weak to get up and fight, too strong to try again,
To settle here and die, or to close his eyes and leave with them.

He had killed so many, and still kept his name,
The blood flowed beneath him, making him insane.
Ever weary with his own life, and glad they were that he came,
Now they suffer below him, at the pain he would not claim.

Now he feels dense, for the hellish screams he unleashed,
As he walks away, leaving the men he killed to bleed.
He smiles at the night, knowing he is alive,
Hoping in the end, the darkness will suffocate him from inside