Blades don't lie

As the unworthy weeps in agony,
I carve in his flesh without pity,
The words he thought but could not say,
To the one who led his heart astray.
Sadness led me quick in his hand,
But it will be madness that leaves my brand.

In the end the bleeder knows,
He cannot talk so he must show,
How it has been and is to BE,
A pain, a Hell, a misery.
No one will mourn his departure,
Nor anyone in the futur,
Only his dying heart will miss her,
But with him gone she'll be happier.

And so I lead his blackened blood,
Down to the ground where now's a flood,
Soon I fall down into the pool,
Content to have reasoned this fool,
To see the truth as it is really,
There was no hope, and would never be...

Although he knew more than i did...
I'm but a tool held by this kid.
Now they'll all know he had to die,
Blades are the few who cannot lie.