• Utter feeling of pure madness;

    I feel the empties of an infinite sadness;

    A temptation of murder nipping at my heart;

    My soul is dripping with red tears, ripping itself apart;



    Why I feel this I cannot tell;

    But I can tell you as much, my enemies are not well;

    I write to empty this feeling for their sake;

    but they tempt, oh yes they do, they slither and lie like a snake;



    I am no better when It comes to being evil and bad;

    The only difference is that I try to cure it when everybody is sad;

    I have a evil soul, but of spirit so good;

    I dont know what to do but this I should;



    I'll let this feeling simmer, build up once again;

    Then if I am tempted, rain down the black pain;

    My fury is something you never want to know;

    My abilities are far over than what I am willing to show;



    Rip this world down, rebuild it;

    Break it down, learn its composite;

    Understand this world for what it is, the beauty of a vine covered tower;

    Take the time to take in the beauty of a blue flower;



    This is coming to an end, what humanity used to be;

    They are destroying themselves, yet they cry blasphemy;

    Cry to a god that they scream wont hear;

    Then they realize it is their greatest fear;



    To know that they believe in something that is not real;

    That the ignorance of humanity is limited to what they grasp and feel;

    BUt this world is spiraling down to the reality;

    That the truth is the essence of brutality;



    The truth is the failure of what you think;

    That you are truly on the brink;

    Of losing yourself into the abyss of insanity;

    Turning as you fall, hands grasps your corpse as you watch the calamity;



    Dwelling deep into the catacombs of hell understanding what is to come;

    This fate, this madness, these interruptions, these circumstances of some...