Lover's Separation pt. 1

Through't the mid'st of winter,
Shadows will fall.
Attacked by killers,
Shrieks will call.

With great anguish on the mind,
Tears of blood start to fly.
The end of life begins to unwind,
As their souls float, into the sky.

When they all die,
Is this their fate?
Or is this a lie,
To something far more great.

Are we but the complex system of a serial killer's ratiocination,
If so, will this killer purge himself of his turpitude dejection.