He  woke  up that sad morning, with his head a single thought;
A knife. A knife in his lover's  chest, a salvation for the many years  of sorrow and broken love.
Salvation  and redemption he seeks. 
He waited silently, he waited until they were face to face, and he swung  his hand in single, strong  stroke, and he fell, he fell  like raindrops watering  the thirsty  land from  his perfumed  blood, giving his dreams the chance  to be fulfilled for the first time.