Look down at the body
  you may see no trace of wounds
  but in the eye
  the eye of the beholder
  one cannot asume.
  
  Not a drop of blood is drawn
  but you know how it bleeds
  beware of the sharp edged weapon
  called human being
  
  It is a shield of passion
  and strong will
  from this I am the victor
  instead of the kill
  
  I will not feed your hunger, instead
  I bite the pain
  looking not back, but forward
  I bite down hard
  try to cover up the trail of deceit
  and daggers spawned from your soul
  
  Acid, the tears of remorse
  flow in vain, too late for regrets
  save it
  for the next ill fated game.