Hand of Blood (Battousai- 1)

Cool breeze blowing through my hair 
I stand with my sword drawn 
Unsheathed, “un-bloodened”; 
My Heart is Hard 
My Blood is Cold 
I don’t shiver when I Cut 
I don’t tremble when I Kill 
Anymore. 
No more. 
Eyes ablaze, 
My scarred face 
Sets me apart from 
Other Manslayers 
I stance myself 
God-speed my limbs 
You are stuck now 
No where to run 
My mind I have made up 
You might as well face me 
And Die-------as a Man! 
I cut through Air 
Cut through You 
Each blood dropped 
For each tear wept 
The World is Unkind 
It doesn’t give You a second chance 
Neither do I 
The World doesn't let you Live 
Neither do I