as i felt the sharp thrust
and life started to weather
memories started to rust
bones soon will turn to dust
the punishment of my own lust
as my final tears i shed
i did not cry tears
from my eyes i bled
memories of the men i killed
with blood my eyes filled
misery of the women i raped
fear of the sins unjudged
thinking of the road i have trudged
as i lay in the cold mud
waiting for hells fiery flood
i wept my final tears of blood